<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:53:48.497-07:00</updated><category term='boring'/><category term='tiring'/><category term='resolution'/><title type='text'>It Is All Idiocity</title><subtitle type='html'>Call Me Bitchy But At Least I'm True To Myself :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-6920764360875689575</id><published>2010-02-17T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:40:59.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo And Behold We Shall Name It The Super Shrimp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello hellu. just came bck from me kampung in good old kedah. i have to say it was MOTHERFUCKING HOT out there. seriously.i felt dizzy going out the front door. anywho, had a blast there as always. ate like a godzilla man. and i dint even train over there. feel so guilty. i cn actually feel me pecs become A PEC. if you get my breeze. anyway, the food was awesome and the company were awesomer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay i shall show u the most incredible most awesome fried shrimp (prawn whatever) EVER in the history of shrimps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*angelic music*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/S3wY_qm8W0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_mlHYT7AByA/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/S3wY_qm8W0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_mlHYT7AByA/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439249932005169986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/S3wY_U54J1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/H2XqX9cYqAQ/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/S3wY_U54J1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/H2XqX9cYqAQ/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439249926179006290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/S3wY_HZ35WI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hI51D1b6jGw/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/S3wY_HZ35WI/AAAAAAAAAPk/hI51D1b6jGw/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439249922555110754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dint i tell you?&lt;br /&gt;the last pic was the half eaten one (i couldnt help myself!)&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hung out with my cousins and had a blast doing so.&lt;br /&gt;btw, wolfman is so bad that i actually think twilight werewolves look better that is how ugh-ie it is. its a big dont bother. buy dvd at ur local cetak rompak place instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gtg. exams and debate coming up. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots Of Love&lt;br /&gt;your average Alya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6920764360875689575?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6920764360875689575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6920764360875689575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6920764360875689575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6920764360875689575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2010/02/lo-and-behold-we-shall-name-it-super.html' title='Lo And Behold We Shall Name It The Super Shrimp'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/S3wY_qm8W0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_mlHYT7AByA/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-4380042779521536692</id><published>2010-02-07T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T05:29:20.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey. been wayyyy TOO LONG. gosh been so caught up. sorry lil bl0ggie. anywho lots of happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to my hometown in december for my cuzzes wedding. extremely fun weyh. ate way too much. looking at the spread can actually make you fat. i swear to God, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start me school .first week of school = OMG IM SO FUCKING EXCITED. my frens are great, my teachers are great, this is gonna b the best year ever!&lt;br /&gt;2nd week = that teacher is so anal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so u get my point. homework is as painful as taking it up the ass without lube. (anndrea knows all about this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olahraga and basketball is still kickin ass of course. if i break a record for track this year, sayonara for next year. im getting too old and tired for this. haha. but im still lovin every second of it. (okay, most of the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my math teacher blows. no offense to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of me frens already bukak their braces. FMFL. no fair, been wearing it for SOOOO long. yeah, when u dont have it u want it. when you do have it, u feel like taking it off with metal pliers. i get how u feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got sick recently. tip, dont get sick.&lt;br /&gt;it literally sucks balls. i missed basketball tryouts. i almost shot myself but lucky me, coach had already chosen who would be playin this year. thank God. i even went to schul so semangatedly haha. obviously went back home halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, just bought dear john. oh, mad love for that book.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, crazy love by michael buble *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kh teacher is also anal. u have to susun ur shoes so fucking straight as if ur life depended on it. in my opinion, its just wasting time from learning kh. on second thought, i love susuning my shoes for the thousandth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; chinese new year comin up definitely looking forward to tht. its on valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;(melody from the smallest violin ever)&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* oh freaking well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin to join debate this year. i hope i get it. i REALLY REALLY want it man. i waited 3 years for this. and its likely they might do the mock debate when im not here. FMFL. if tht does happen, i guess its not meant to be eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn perverted this year. thanks to anndrea a.k.a fannie. Prakkash also. 3 of us are effed up in class. (maybe it has somethin to do with us being born on the first. prakkash first jan, me 1st may and fannie 1st september.) we laughed at any shit. honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rohana surprisingly is an awesome teacher. last week she was giving sex ed and her kid is like in our class. awkward. haha. shes fun, i have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week some teachers laptop kene curi. u shud have seen him. he went to like some sort of trance man. his eyes were all wild and he cut most of the boys hair. Nazmil and imran were so depressed haha. sorry dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naresha and ruth as always is so nice to let me crash at their place when im stayback-ing. thanks again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, we did this movie day thingy, and all of us watched bruno. a lot of words to describe it man, most accurate, FUCKING FUCKED UP. (ffu for short) seriously. it was disturbing. and im the perverted one. i feel like burning it. burning it i tell u! anywho ,we played blackjack too. damn fun dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to wangsa walk to meet ying and the people. she looks the same haha. definitely had fun. went karaoke-ing.i think im still deaf. (thx kal : D) hope u enjoy wangsa walking yingo yingo. see u in a year. have fun over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh guess what! i finally touched the school board. but no one believes me :( i only touched it 4 times. now i cnt touch it anymore. FMFL. it was a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pineapple express is wicked sick ! new fav movie man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess thts it. got schul tomorrow with my anal math teacher. later dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-4380042779521536692?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/4380042779521536692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=4380042779521536692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4380042779521536692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4380042779521536692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2010/02/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-2544960344162909693</id><published>2010-01-09T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T04:21:00.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg. my friend's A.K.A anndrea, got a post in MLIA. kudos to her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-2544960344162909693?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/2544960344162909693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=2544960344162909693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2544960344162909693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2544960344162909693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2010/01/complete.html' title='Complete'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-806033528241797181</id><published>2009-12-25T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T07:57:14.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick E!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello! this would be my last post of 2009. i wont be coming back from my kampung till the new year so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY ADVANCE NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;christmas was okay for me. no biggies. tomorrow i'l be taking off to kampung in kedah for my cuzzes wedding. according to my mum even gonna play some basketball, so oh yea uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;catch ya people later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-806033528241797181?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/806033528241797181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=806033528241797181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/806033528241797181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/806033528241797181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-e.html' title='Quick E!'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-5185768303964826052</id><published>2009-12-23T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:10:17.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beacon Of Hope</title><content type='html'>hello, lots of stuff happened yesterday. first went to watch avatar. which was totally awesome. the guy in there super hot. story line's good, and the animations are freaking awesome. on the whole, it reeks of awesome-ness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, weirdest thing happened yesterday. my dad said woo-hoo (Que dramatic music and shocked gasps) i know right? my face was like what the effing. at least now i know where i got the woo-hoo ness from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching live like we're dying, kris allen's version vid on mtv. i like script's version better but, i have to say, and i cnt believe im saying this. this is like the ultimate betrayal to adam lambert but here it goes. kris allen is hot. (que fainting people scene.) i know. it leaves a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. but its true, he is hot. especially in the vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is christmas! so merry christmas people! (idk where this sentence come from but here goes.) remember no HO, HO, HOS on christmas day. on the 26th is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i got for now. catch ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-5185768303964826052?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/5185768303964826052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=5185768303964826052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5185768303964826052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5185768303964826052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/12/beacon-of-hope_23.html' title='Beacon Of Hope'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-4897913334133406893</id><published>2009-12-22T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:48:45.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello world. i just woke up. i slept from 12 pm till 7 pm then i slept again at 705pm till 1am something. so now here i am, fresh as ever. today, well yesterday, i went for training (olahraga) without sleep. omg, almost died. somemore we did the triangle shit x_x but good thing lots of people went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, smktm got friendly last monday at confusion (thats how u pronounce it but idk how to spell it) guess who won? not us thats for sure. we lost by 2  points. the final score was 21-19. i feel bad cause i missed a couple of shots. but i have to admit that was the most fun i ever had in a friendly. my first sucked, second blowed. so thank God the 3rd aint that bad. we're gonna get revenge fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay thats all for the sport statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tomorrow, today i mean, we'll go to pavilion to fix my ipod. the thing died on me. lets hope its fixable. all my tech is die-ing. first my ipod and now my laptop is kecacated also. please work or not i'll be bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cant wait for friday! see ya people. thats all cause i dont feel inspired anymore. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-4897913334133406893?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/4897913334133406893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=4897913334133406893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4897913334133406893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4897913334133406893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-seconds.html' title='5 Seconds'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-3167913552629335581</id><published>2009-12-19T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:57:58.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blame Game</title><content type='html'>i cant sleep and im bored out of my freaking mind. i feel sorta depressed cause my holiday blows so far cept for a few woo-hoos here and there. and on monday i got a friendly match which i am not ready for btw. and i hope i wont fail our school team. my shots been off and that sux. so im suppose to write stuff here right bout now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...... (crickets) ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yea. i got nothing. god give me some sort of inspiration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-3167913552629335581?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/3167913552629335581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=3167913552629335581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3167913552629335581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3167913552629335581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/12/blame-game.html' title='The Blame Game'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-7879443345639543519</id><published>2009-12-17T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:16:47.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Up Your Sleeves And Get To Work</title><content type='html'>hello ole dead blog. i've been lazy to be honest and my life is dead boring these days. im actually living in a routine like manner. heres what my tues-fri looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - basketball / olahraga training&lt;br /&gt;11 - eat / balik&lt;br /&gt;12 - take bath&lt;br /&gt;12.30 - sleep&lt;br /&gt;7 - wake up to my brother's banter for dinner or etc.&lt;br /&gt;8 - eat&lt;br /&gt;9 - watch tv&lt;br /&gt;1/2/3 - roll round in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;usually i read before i sleep. and omg, i read truly madly yours. oh shit, i cried like hell. idk whats wrong with me. i think because im very sleep deprived. oh and have i mentioned im staying at my dads for 2 weeks cause i wanna blik kampung at christmas? so YEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, i surprised myself by sleeping at 6 in the morning. and finished the book of tomorrow (which is also sad and happy and awesome. no surprise there since its cecelia ahern's) and ran a full round for 7 minutes (i dont know how that happened. i think cause some creepy person was like asking me a question so i just upped and chow.) anywho, when everyone balik-ed i was alone and there was the football team. and i have no mood for their rowdy behaviour so i had to wait at the bus stop at sktm2. geee, thanks. a lot. oh and i saw an old fren of mine. the years has done him justice haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i head home, my grams stopped by giant. tip, dont get the roasted chicken. tasted like baby barf. i am being strictly serious. or the nestea cause that too taste like shit. but get the cotton candy cause its goooood :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, woke up at 7+ and ate fried rice for din din. watched tv, read me boook and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i watched jamie's road trip and i still dont get why theres such a thing as racism. i shud meet one and i asked wtf is going through their head. i mean, there was a couple of boozers who said the N word on live tv. i mean, cmon you people are boozers and still think ur better than everyone from another race? like do they have some mental disability or somethin? cause i really dont get it. honestly it's completely effed up retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anywho, on a lighter note, got bball tomorrow :) i hope got passing layup. its so much funner than normal ones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's 215 am and my eyeball hurts. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-7879443345639543519?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/7879443345639543519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=7879443345639543519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7879443345639543519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7879443345639543519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/12/roll-up-your-sleeves-and-get-to-work.html' title='Roll Up Your Sleeves And Get To Work'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-5204843264544914513</id><published>2009-12-12T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T07:22:47.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legendary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM IN 3N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. UH-HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL TELL YA WHY IM SO FREAKIN HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAKKASH, NARESHA, ANDREA, RUTH, ELAINE, SHARLENE, KONG, GRACE, AIMUNI, ALIYYA, NG THE HOTTIE :P, RACHEAL, NAZMIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NEXT YEAR SCHOOL IN THE MORNING SO Y'KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW EITHER BUT ITS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-5204843264544914513?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/5204843264544914513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=5204843264544914513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5204843264544914513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5204843264544914513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/12/legendary.html' title='Legendary.'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-3346250418543249967</id><published>2009-12-09T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:21:38.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merlion</title><content type='html'>hello! i went for a trip to see my cuz. it was awesome. went to eat some japanese and korean food. so delis. and then there was this barbeque thingy and u get to cook ur own food. knowing me i burnt some of the stuff. but it tasted all right (to me :P) anyways, went to underwater world. kinda disappointed. aquaria is WAY better man. semangat malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the pink dolphin. looks like a dolphin with a bad sunburn. honest. when i saw the turtles and stuff i knew fo sho im gonna take marinery course. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the zoo too. i know so touristy. anyyway, i saw the white tiger and mind u i watched the vid of em ripping a guy apart so they scared the living shit out of me. they were like real white with startling blue eyes. maybe if u kiss one of it, it'll become u know like some hot caucasian guy or you just get eaten and die for such a useless cause. some people are willing i bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nywho, saw the white tiger shit and the fish started like eating the poop. yea a big (?) when i saw it too. and i saw em eat. kinda cool in a terrifying way. get what i mean? pygmy hippo is way cute weyh. there was a lil one but some stupid woman keep hitting the fibreglass. no brainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i saw the monkeys with real red asses. ill post some pics later. oh and my cuz almost lost a finger to a pelican. long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the 2nd island and went for a skyride and lugeride. omg. so awesome. it was like totally thrilling and super fun. definite climax to the trip. oh, and i like to apologise to the couple who was taking pics and i go sibuk sibuk. sorry &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my family took the double deck which was not bad. very roomy.&lt;br /&gt;shopping centres that are super awesome - vivocity, chinatown, takashimaya, queensway, orchard mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats it. (its not but my brother is in my hair cause im using his comp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya for now. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-3346250418543249967?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/3346250418543249967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=3346250418543249967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3346250418543249967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3346250418543249967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/12/merlion.html' title='The Merlion'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-7648156585708768567</id><published>2009-12-03T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T07:23:28.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepa Palooza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello has been too long! i dont know what to write bout so i'll just write bout stuff i remember for last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been playing basketball and olahraga, i do think im a holic. anywho, did diagonal which was fuckin tiring for like 22 minutes AND i even had bowel problems like the first 10 minutes. so yeah. haha. we played bball against seksyen 5 at siaga. omg lost like hell. 9-3. damn sad. somemore i got one free layup and it didnt mother masuk. so annoying. asyraf came to one of the training and he's not bad i guess. haha. nyways, if i touch the rim this year, coach would belanja shoes. ANY KIND. so i have to touch it. HAVE TO. (cant even touch board yet. bother.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to smartpets, thinking it'll be awesome. its not. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and i finally got the new ahern book. havent read it yet tho. looks heavenly :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle lend me some nicholas sparks books and omg, i was crying shit aftr i finished. its so sad and sweet. definitely up there in the list of awesomest author ever. and i finished the wicked series which was to be honest kinda boring. i was so disappointed &gt;_&gt; try to imagine the ending is the guy who got scarred became unscarred but the soulmate kena blind and has to forever be in this place to damn those who dont keep the world in balance to hell. wha? so kecacated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk why but i've been playing my ds again. i havent touch it for like 8 months and its fun again  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched crows zero 2. i dont get the movie but plenty of hot guys. swoon. the fighting parts are cool too. and yes, i HAVENT watched new moon. im so pissed. i really REALLY wanna watch it. bummer. i watched kung fu panda again and its still awesome. (duck + ? = panda) try to solve that haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suppose to have tuition in dec but cant seem to fit it in anywhere. im scared for pmr now. hope God help me man. everytime i start thinking bout next year, this comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR. PMR. MORNING SESSION. PMR. SPORTS IN THE EVENING. PMR. NEW TEACHERS. PMR. MORE MATHS. AWESOME MOVIES. PMR. MSSD. PMR.SEEING FRIENDS AGAIN. PMR. PMR. PMR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, someone at siaga looks exactly like amir hamzah form 3. seriously. freaks me out. ask ruth. its creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got some drama with seksyen 5 girls. people need to chill. its just a game eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats it. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-7648156585708768567?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/7648156585708768567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=7648156585708768567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7648156585708768567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7648156585708768567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/12/try-to-imagine-ending-is-guy-who-got.html' title='Creepa Palooza'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-6713040972323217614</id><published>2009-11-18T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T06:38:45.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Part Of Don't Touch, You Don't Understand?</title><content type='html'>hello! i've been so busy busy busy. on tuesday, BASKETBALL! in the morning. played against seksyen 5 and some bloody bastards insulted our team. all i gotta say is FU-UCK YO-OU! haha. anyways ate at the nasi ayam shop ;D i dont know the name of the shop. there was kitties there too! but keshen dont like em :( meanie. OH and i got to know he's from my school! sktm2 la. he was so upset that i dint know. i dint believe at first but when i got home i checked the school mag and there he is! in 4 Ehsan. hi keshen. haha. dont mind me im listening to I LOVE COLLEGE BY ASHER ROTH. which actually makes me hyper ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, on wednesday, BASKETBALL! in the morning. felt so sleepy. but i went anyway cause it was girls training &gt;_&lt; btw, OOI +ANNDREA LOH ahaaha. he hates it when i ejek him that but its so fun. nyways trainin, did ball protection (te-hehe) today. me and ruth were goofing off and ending up getting hurt. good thing we survived tho haha. she tripped on my foot and i tripped on her leg. it was funny but coach wasnt laughin. i guess he wouldnt find it funny. prakkash drew a picture of coach which was so cute with buckteeth and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at syed. we made a mess and was so noisy and all the people there was like staring but we dint care haha. so freakin hyper and laughing shit. poor naresha kena kcau while she was eating. it was fun. then they all teman me to school and i went home. i mandi eat then slept till like 7 oclock. was so tired. hehe. then eat and watched tv. so here i am! dont know what else to do. might as well go read a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. watched niga higa in youtube. so funny. i love the green ball ahaha. later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6713040972323217614?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6713040972323217614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6713040972323217614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6713040972323217614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6713040972323217614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-part-of-dont-touch-you-dont.html' title='What Part Of Don&apos;t Touch, You Don&apos;t Understand?'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8734878211903652498</id><published>2009-11-16T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:42:01.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoop Dee Doo</title><content type='html'>i noticed all my title sucks like hell this days. i dont know la. results been sucky. and spm is coming. btw GOOD LUCK ALL SPM-ERS. so what have i been up to? not much actually. fightin with my dad, basketball, goin school. da-di-da-di-da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday went to kal's in the morning. played taboo and then went to ruths for dancing with the stars. that game is damn fun but i suck at it :( haha. nyways, last sat went for olahraga had 30 minutes jogging which was actually not bad-ish. then went eat eat and bought some dvds. the hangover looks awesome. still havent watch yet tho &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyways, today dint do much watched a movie in the dewan. it was the series of unfortunate events, damn sad that story. then went to ponteng in k class. omg. i swear anndrea and i were damn high over nothing. we just couldnt stop laughing. everyone was like looking with the "i dont get it" face. fucking funny. but when i went up to class, felt okay ony. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tomoro going for basketball cause cuti! 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if she did.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;didnt do much today.&lt;br /&gt;played cards as usual. then went home.&lt;br /&gt;eat then went to giant.&lt;br /&gt;got a few stuff and now im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;cnt wait for tomorrow. got olahraga haha.&lt;br /&gt;tata hone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ignore the hone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8413520042383491286?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8413520042383491286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8413520042383491286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8413520042383491286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8413520042383491286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/11/gone-koo-koo.html' title='Gone Koo Koo'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-2802656648607554188</id><published>2009-11-03T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T07:23:56.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Fair</title><content type='html'>my finals are finally over. yes. but. theres always a but. my sejarah teach wants the notes that i DIDNT finish by tomorrow. and an all nighter it is. 3 chapters of pure doom. i thought today would be the day i can finally relax but nooo. sejarah is really a pain in the ass. sorry sejarah but its true. now better go finish it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. siaga tomorrow. gonna practice full court full speed lay ups. wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-2802656648607554188?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/2802656648607554188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=2802656648607554188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2802656648607554188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2802656648607554188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-fair.html' title='No Fair'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-3087659225044513597</id><published>2009-11-01T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:24:14.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder</title><content type='html'>well beginners luck my ass. my first friendly ever and i played like some hobo they picked up from the street. seriously. everyone else played awesomely though, good thing ^_^ we won by 1 point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, those sg buloh players are major 0_0 weyh. super awesome. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was numbr 11 which was quite short but she was fast and scored like almost all. and i think she got banged the most also. kudos to her man. the oldest there was like 14 and they totally jilted our team. i felt like hitting something and it didnt help i got a bloody blister on my foot. oh well thats life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways speaking of life. sejarah has succeded to drain the life out of me. the last time i laughed was like an hour ago because i watched the simpsons for awhile. 2 more days and the bitching will be over. (mr burns says "excellent") on wednesday i dont give a shit. i'll play basketball and go ponteng ponteng or play cards. lets just hope my results wont let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so gtg study somemore now. if only the simpsons marathon quit calling to me. damn. im doomed.&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-3087659225044513597?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/3087659225044513597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=3087659225044513597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3087659225044513597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3087659225044513597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/11/thunder.html' title='Thunder'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-9089241026497255786</id><published>2009-10-29T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:39:42.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cant believe how stupid i was last year haha. compare to this year, God. Maths used to be string cheese. now skim milk. next year french toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; -THE MUMBLES OF ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-9089241026497255786?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/9089241026497255786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=9089241026497255786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/9089241026497255786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/9089241026497255786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/10/memoirs.html' title='Memoirs'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8588769093706649971</id><published>2009-10-28T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:25:02.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick And Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello. i have to make it quick since tomorrow is geo &gt;_&gt; lots of stuff has happened. i'll just list em down real quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prakkash has become a braceface. welcome to the club fellow brother.&lt;br /&gt;now, it makes me, grace, joelle, danial, prakkash, dania, arfah. i think. did i miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;anyways, now he shall know how fucked up painful braces are. good thing im getting em off by the end of the year. yes, sweet sweet freedom.wonder what i'll look like without em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next is im gonna fail bm. today took penulisan. can die.so freaking hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ringing. someones phone was actually ringing during the exam when JC was the teacher. heck, it was hashriq. fucking funny weyh. we were all doing our papers when some hip hop song came on. everyone thought it was JC's but i knew better since i was sitting right beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shyam was crazy during science paper two. he was like making noises, scraping the table and when he wanted to laugh he'll disguise it as a cough. one time tak jadi omg. everyone laugh weyh. it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird. livita 250x used to mean something. now, its damn shit. useless hopeless waste of money drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got new basketball shoes ^_^ my old ones died so my mum got me a new pair. unfortunately, we bought it 2 days before exams so i was like shit! have to wait 2 weeks before i can use them. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just puked just now. god feel damn sickish. hope i can do the exams tomorrow. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. good luck all u exam takers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8588769093706649971?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8588769093706649971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8588769093706649971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8588769093706649971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8588769093706649971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/10/quick-and-easy.html' title='Quick And Easy'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-5284698929853443638</id><published>2009-10-20T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T04:19:17.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im constantly taken off guard even after everything i've heard and everything i've seen, life could still give me a hell of a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nobody is what they seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-5284698929853443638?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/5284698929853443638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=5284698929853443638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5284698929853443638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5284698929853443638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/10/oo.html' title='O_O'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-7563437709499634728</id><published>2009-10-20T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T05:34:14.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chances?</title><content type='html'>hello. i've been bz with well, nothing actually. just malas to update. anyhow, today went to school. I dont know why i bother. the teachers dont really teach. they just give latihan and dont really care whether you do it or not. anyways, when reached school, talk talk with everyone and kal told me something about sharlene. it happened at sharmila's which i couldnt go to cause of you know who being you know what. i wont tell you here unless you wanna know then ask me at school. the story is too long to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, in class, fight with kong as usual. haha. damn stupid. first he threw a pen at me then i threw a water bottle. then he called me something i dont remember. then i attacked him with a chair though he ran too fast. sigh, haha. he was being extra hyper today. going crazy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us were real crazy today but surprisingly we finished all our work though. OH! i kacau keshen like hell today . haha. he thinks i know his fb password when actually i dont but you know me. you dont know whether im telling the truth or im just joking around. haha. okay okay too much haha's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, yesterday my cous came over and we chit chat round la. its been a long time since we hung out it was kinda fun. we went out to JJ and i played the basketball game thingy. swear to God my arms hurt like hell. then played the air hockey thing which i btw manage to beat my cous haha. anyways, after that we head home before going out to get some grub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading the secret circle and its damn awesome. i know i should be studyin but mlas la. especially sejarah blrrgh. exams are next week and i hope i could get my 8 A'S. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. goin studyin now &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-7563437709499634728?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/7563437709499634728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=7563437709499634728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7563437709499634728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7563437709499634728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-chances.html' title='Second Chances?'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-4972512440791248720</id><published>2009-10-17T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:45:40.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;HAPPY DEEPAVALI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL YOU PEOPLE OUT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE AN AWESOME ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-4972512440791248720?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/4972512440791248720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=4972512440791248720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4972512440791248720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4972512440791248720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/10/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-1278272031365894313</id><published>2009-10-16T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:47:01.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blown Out Of Proportion</title><content type='html'>hello! today, i slept at 4+ almost 5. then went to bank. the bankers look so happy working. i dnt know whether its an act or they really love their jobs but the bank is so boring. the only thing interesting there is the money. okay, now i get why they love their jobs. haha. anyways later went to aimuni's place at 1230. turns out i was like 2 hours late. i read the sms wrongly. it was suppose to be at 10. i was wtf? oh well. most of the people was still there though so it was all good. anyways, later went to arfah's place. her house is H-U-G-E. it goes on everywhere forever. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the boys play guitar hero since i really suck at it. look at mze's gf face for the first time ever. she looks exactly like aliyya from 2k. so weird. anyways, had to go home at 230. at home enjoyed a delicious quarter pounder. first time i tried it. its awesome weyh. its like a cheeseburger but bigger. its not like double cheeseburger which is grossly huge. its just nice. haha. then enjoyed a sundae before watching i love u beth cooper and year one. both movies were okay only but i love u beth cooper sucky ending and year one doesnt make sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, went to eat at old town at mwt. enjoyed 'how fun' ^_^ ironic no? the other spelling might be 'ho' fun'. which spells worst. either way its delicious. now at my dads. online-ing at 246. hope cn wake up early tmoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-1278272031365894313?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/1278272031365894313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=1278272031365894313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1278272031365894313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1278272031365894313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/10/blown-out-of-proportion.html' title='Blown Out Of Proportion'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8329994487334014733</id><published>2009-10-15T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:20:19.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Eff?</title><content type='html'>hello. been awhile.ignore the title. i have no idea what else to write. next thing u know all my titles would be untitled. anyways, lots been going on since i last updated. haha. i've beenplayin loads of basketball and today played during pj with baju kurung. omg, it was fuckin hot. everyone was sweaty as hell. okay i know tmi but still. then went to class for agama and ustazah was in a bad mood and stuff. wasnt good. nyways, before headin home played more basketball. d-u-h. haha. played okay i guess. not too bad but not pro either &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, exams are coming 0_0 i want to get it over with la. its so annoying. i want to be u kno FREE!! but of corse i dont control this kind of stuff. so i have to study. like a lot. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! it reminds me of koperasi today. it was ruth's first day at the korp. lau was like testing her and stuff. me and kal just lagh it off. the questions were real hard. no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i cnt think right now since the tv is beckoning. but i feel like posting something. oh, american idol repeats are on. see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. cnt wait to hang out with me frens tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8329994487334014733?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8329994487334014733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8329994487334014733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8329994487334014733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8329994487334014733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-eff.html' title='What The Eff?'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-3873814262958154040</id><published>2009-10-10T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:09:57.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Bone</title><content type='html'>hey. im in a hurry so i just thought of my abandoned blog. anyways, i found this blog that have Samy Vellu Jokes. please keep an open mind kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samy Vellu on the speed of Pos Laju's delivery system :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BESOK KIRIM, HARI INI SAMPAI" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a TV interview, when trying to say he was ashamed, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Kemaluan saya besar'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samy said in a ceramah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kita akan bina satu jambatan untuk orang-orang kampong disini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One pakcik asked, "Datuk, sini takde sungai, buat apa bina jambatan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Samy gloriously replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau takde sungai, kita bina sungai!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samy's favorite quote on national television:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toll naik sikit, manyak marah saya. You ingat semua ini toll saya punya bapa punya kah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the water crisis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"semua orang diminta jangan membuang aiyerr..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding social problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..orang2 muda sekarang banyak hisap dada.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a blood donation campaign in Sungei Siput:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...marilah kita semua menderma dara.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the height of the Al-Arqam saga, he said in a press conference,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya gembira bahawa didapati tiada pemuda MIC terlibat dalam kes Arqam.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At an opening ceremony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tuan tuan dan puan puan, saudara mara, sesudah semua orang makan kenyang, sekarang kita mempersilakan Datin Paduka Rafidah Aziz naik ke pentas untuk membuka kain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commenting about his modesty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sebenarnya, kemaluan saya sangat-sangat besar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best: u know why our N-S Highway concessionaire is named PLUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS Highway = Pungut Lebih Untuk Samy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"saya berasa bangga dapat melihat pusat-pusat jururawat yang cantik-cantik.".upon opening ceremony for nursing training center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya tidak setuju dan menentang sekeras2nya tuduhan PAS memanggil kami kapir ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ucapan Samy Vellu sempena kepulangan angsakawan Dr. Sheikh Mudzafar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kita rasa bersyukur kerana angkawasan kita yang telah MENINGGAL DUNIA selama 10 hari telah selamat DIKEBUMI."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samy Vellu and his Stamps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Samy Vellu completed 25 years of his role as a politician over M'sia, he wanted a special postage stamp issued, with his picture on it. He insisted the stamp to be of international quality. When the stamps were duly released, he began hearing complaints that the stamp was not sticking properly, and become furious. He called the chief of the Secret Service and ordered him to investigate the matter. The chief checked the matter out at several post offices, and then reported on the problem to Samy Vellu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "Sir, the stamp is really of international quality. The problem is, our citizens are spitting on the wrong side!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------samy vellu and space exploration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Samy Vellu went for the United Nations' meeting. He represented the Malaysian Prime Minister. All nations were&lt;br /&gt;discussing about space exploration by the year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the conversations:&lt;br /&gt;China Delegate : "By the year 2008, China will start their moon exploration project."&lt;br /&gt;Russian Delegate : "We too, we are going to explore the moon. This time we will see to it that our cosmonauts will step on the moon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Bush &amp;amp; Clinton : "We the United States will also explore the moon for the second time."&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Delegate : "By the year 2008, Malaysia will explore the sun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long silence. Bush stood up and asked the Malaysian delegate&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't it too hot to explore the sun?"&lt;br /&gt;Samy Vellu (after a long silence) : "We will do it in the&lt;br /&gt;evening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------- version 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siri lain&lt;br /&gt;Samy Vellu ditemuramah tentang program angkasawan negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi-lagi Samy&lt;br /&gt;Samy: "…Bagi saya, ini semua adalah satu pembaziran atas duit rakyat.&lt;br /&gt;Kita sepatutnya tidak hantar mereka ke bulan, tapi hantar mereka pergi&lt;br /&gt;matahari. Barulah USA, Russia, respect sama kita…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penemuramah: Tapi Dato' Seri, matahari kan panas. Macam mana mau pergi&lt;br /&gt;sana ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samy: Cit! itu pasal la u tara jadi mintri. Saya suda lebey 30 tahun&lt;br /&gt;jadi mintri, saya musti ada jalan penyelesaian. Kita jangan pergi siang,&lt;br /&gt;manyak panas. kita pigi malam, baru ada sujuuuuuk……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samy vellu and sign Language&lt;br /&gt;Samy Vellu was visiting India when he fell and broke his jaw&lt;br /&gt;and was unable to speak. Being the great leader that he was,&lt;br /&gt;he continued his grand tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last week of his visit, the RTM crew was present for&lt;br /&gt;his press conference. Although unable to speak, Samy insisted&lt;br /&gt;sending a message home to his Cabinet colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samy caught a chicken and showed it to camera. He next took&lt;br /&gt;a goat, and showed it to the camera. Finally he took a bag&lt;br /&gt;and displayed in front of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Ling was the first to see the video clips. He said, "Samy&lt;br /&gt;is telling us that India has insufficient food because he&lt;br /&gt;showed us chicken and goat, and he wants Malaysia to donate&lt;br /&gt;bags of rice."&lt;br /&gt;The senator watched silently then said, "No lah!...what Samy&lt;br /&gt;trying to say is HE IS COMING BACK!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Cabinet was puzzled and look to the man for&lt;br /&gt;an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Senator reasoned, "AYAM KAMBING BAG!!!"&lt;br /&gt;("I am coming back!!!" in Indian accent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope yall like it. see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-3873814262958154040?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/3873814262958154040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=3873814262958154040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3873814262958154040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3873814262958154040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny-bone.html' title='Funny Bone'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-4100550311970816440</id><published>2009-10-07T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:07:09.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Em Up</title><content type='html'>hello. well today obviously got drama right? huh. i wanted to go zoo for the volunteer thing which was 50% of my sivik mark. then knowing my dad he let me go only if we could see my teacher, got letter from school, see the zoo people and bla bla bla. so in the end got plenty of tears, i hate you's and inner hating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the zoo, my dad was going ballistic and start talkin bout me behind my bck to the zoo people. then he went home. turns out, he dint go home. he went to my FRIGGIN SCHOOL. i know, embarassing to a point of fucked up. he axtually went to see my teacher and stuff. i had nothing to hide so i dint give a shit. then he just wants to find some fault in me, he asked my teacher bout basketball. my teacher said that one the student arranged. major duh. the school was too cheap to pay for our training. anyways then my grams told my dad lets just send her to hostel. BAH! that will happen (eye rolling) i rather chop off my arm tha go to a hostel. and believe me chopping off my arm would bring loads of attention from the media and my dad wouldnt like that would he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, he is my father. this is a curse that has been bestowed upon me. ala, i know eventhough how much i despise him, ashamed of him, he's still my dad. cant live him alone can i? not like i have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, forget bout him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZOO TIME!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2Nq3cAg5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/FyDeBthJcEA/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2Nq3cAg5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/FyDeBthJcEA/s320/Image049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390120096607798162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was freakin awesome. got loads of hard labour and shit. i mean real shit. u know, poop. hey those turtles can poop like hell man. it was like a mountain. anyways, managed to clean 3 mini ponds and 1 huge one. it was fun. but our zookeeper not only was damn han sap (flirty) he was cruel too. the turtles, poor turtles kena step on by him, rolled over and he also fed a LAMB real living breathing LAMB to a snake. did i mention it was a LAMB? those cute ones. good thing i hate lamb chop. he pulled the lamb by the neck, fed it some vegies then throw it into the snake cage. it was effed up. i know snakes gotta eat but cant you like slaughter it first? give it a faster death than a slow painful one down a snakes throat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, heres some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camera person - me&lt;br /&gt;the people inside the pics - han sap fella, ruth, me, shyam, cutesy pie and family, mount garbage, mini mount garbage, mr broom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2JSDEZCJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xx-jPzot8tw/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2JSDEZCJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xx-jPzot8tw/s320/Image055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390115272186726546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before our hardwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2JRxcUN5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/KVGnR4yM_uE/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2JRxcUN5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/KVGnR4yM_uE/s320/Image054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390115267455235986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even the turtles are cowering in fear because it is so dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2H7wt_doI/AAAAAAAAAMk/R_rtOCU_EQw/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2H7wt_doI/AAAAAAAAAMk/R_rtOCU_EQw/s320/Image053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390113789792188034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i present to you mount garbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2H7ap_sCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uxMqbuF8fO0/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2H7ap_sCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/uxMqbuF8fO0/s320/Image052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390113783869845538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all in a row. good boy. and girl. and boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2H63k0JBI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rWiZ8aT6TQE/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2H63k0JBI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rWiZ8aT6TQE/s320/Image051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390113774452876306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;close up on the crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2JSDEZCJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xx-jPzot8tw/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2JSDEZCJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xx-jPzot8tw/s320/Image055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390115272186726546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2H6B4C0uI/AAAAAAAAAME/Xs_sYjnbFR0/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2H6B4C0uI/AAAAAAAAAME/Xs_sYjnbFR0/s320/Image048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390113760038015714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;working hard le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2GQVsOCvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/t1H1aszzLTQ/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2GQVsOCvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/t1H1aszzLTQ/s320/Image047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390111944290994930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2GQFvipbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/u1_poLSz47w/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2GQFvipbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/u1_poLSz47w/s320/Image046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390111940009960882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shyam abang sado' haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2GPhtvAAI/AAAAAAAAALs/-vqdh0A_Y0c/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2GPhtvAAI/AAAAAAAAALs/-vqdh0A_Y0c/s320/Image044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390111930338705410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ruth excited over mud hhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2KOb1ES3I/AAAAAAAAANk/M4miEKjF08U/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2KOb1ES3I/AAAAAAAAANk/M4miEKjF08U/s320/Image061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390116309625490290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2LxYtwkqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8ZYSuXh7NXA/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2LxYtwkqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8ZYSuXh7NXA/s320/Image067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390118009596580514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so long, it is CLEAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2LBVXZ0wI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ApFGqHCWbvc/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2LBVXZ0wI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ApFGqHCWbvc/s320/Image066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390117184063787778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;swimmy here, swimmy there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2LA3lLu7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/zILxJmTDXCQ/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2LA3lLu7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/zILxJmTDXCQ/s320/Image065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390117176068520882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its too shiny. my eyes, it burns haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2LAuEFcZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/cbOSB-f-UPI/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2LAuEFcZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/cbOSB-f-UPI/s320/Image064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390117173513777554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mini mount garbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2KPZGdwiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/GTJvs21TQEs/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2KPZGdwiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/GTJvs21TQEs/s320/Image063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390116326073025058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hardwork always pays off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2KO-WR8DI/AAAAAAAAANs/fRbnWyxzG4U/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2KO-WR8DI/AAAAAAAAANs/fRbnWyxzG4U/s320/Image062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390116318891601970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2KOb1ES3I/AAAAAAAAANk/M4miEKjF08U/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; it looks like a mirror image but its not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2KN3zu8fI/AAAAAAAAANc/e4shGE0ACuU/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2KN3zu8fI/AAAAAAAAANc/e4shGE0ACuU/s320/Image060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390116299956220402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no intro needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2KNvhjvwI/AAAAAAAAANU/WzrB72A16qY/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2KNvhjvwI/AAAAAAAAANU/WzrB72A16qY/s320/Image059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390116297732505346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;paksa smile hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2JTcGmvfI/AAAAAAAAANM/dGPZaqRwx8o/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2JTcGmvfI/AAAAAAAAANM/dGPZaqRwx8o/s320/Image058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390115296086769138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;warriors of cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2JTJI1WWI/AAAAAAAAANE/BoF71zAP_Y0/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2JTJI1WWI/AAAAAAAAANE/BoF71zAP_Y0/s320/Image057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390115290995841378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the cutesy pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2JSixvsQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Va1FKrIEOk8/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2JSixvsQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Va1FKrIEOk8/s320/Image056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390115280698454274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so clean already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2JSDEZCJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xx-jPzot8tw/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after that, fed the turtles. there was this turtle island where u have to cross a wooden plank like in a pirate movie one in order to get there. almost crap my pants i did. it was scary and the plank is like real wobbly. anywho, i got out alive haha and walked around with me frens and took more pics with ruths and philips phone and camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i head home, eat and take bath. my hand smells like a turtle salad which consist of lettuce, cabbage, fish, papaya, banana, long bean, and some other things i had to hold. not good. have to go wash le. see ya. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-4100550311970816440?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/4100550311970816440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=4100550311970816440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4100550311970816440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4100550311970816440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/10/set-em-up.html' title='Set Em Up'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Ss2Nq3cAg5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/FyDeBthJcEA/s72-c/Image049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-5047472542223913646</id><published>2009-10-07T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T06:07:29.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skippy</title><content type='html'>howdy do. okay. today is a brand new day. started off with me going to school. watch pro people play basketball then head to class. then head to koperasi meeting. can die. it was so majorly boring i swear. then my pengetua mcm over over emotional. she lets people give opinion then say stuff like "jgn jdi negative." what? woman decide whether u want our opinion or not. i mean since urs is oh so valuable-ente' and our is so worthless-ie-es (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. then in class. ugh. class = boring. we dint even learn anytin. teavher cme in and sit there while we play chess and stuff. then during rehat kne mrh by teacher norliah then blik class. i wanted to ponteng kh since teacher dint even come but nah. i will be a good disciplined student (puking sounds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa maths i did my work, pour water on kong, throw paper at everybody and laughed. a lot. then 15 minutes mahu blik i went out from class. dnt wury i finished my work ady. then hung out with me frens, shoot some hoops then blik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate rice with kurma before going up into my own lil world called my room. now im reading, chattin and bloggin. i need to find something to do. see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. tomorrow going to volunteer at the zoo. cant wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-5047472542223913646?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/5047472542223913646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=5047472542223913646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5047472542223913646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, hello people. today went for bball at siaga then went to school. was hyper hyper. then, this is when the drama starts, balik time. it was 7.15 and my bro called me. he was freaking out and was saying omg, dads pissed at you bla bla bla. i have to admit i was scared shitless. and talking to my grams was useless cause she said it was all my fault. what? i called her just now saying im going to school and might be going home a little later. anyhows, i asked aida if she could send me home and she said can. so anyways, in the car my bro was teling me my dad wanted to see my frens and stuff. how old am i? 10? i came back at 7+ also want to go all crazy. its not like i pergi isap dadah. i was at school for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, reached home. my dad was going crazy at me, athirah and aida. being the a-hole he is, he keeps finding stuff to blame it on me. and another thing that was puzzling me was if he was so fucking worried, why didnt he check at school? he knows i play there almost everyday.  anyway, do you what he fucking said? he was scolding us as if what we've been doing is so unthinkably disgusting. sheesh we were playing basketball, not fucking around. bet he dint believe that. he also said and i quote "i've been giving her all the freedom such as letting her sleeping at 3am and watch tv after 12am." wtf? im 14. its NORMAL for me to sleep at that time. if thats freedom i'm in prison. oh wait i fucking am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this hell hole. anywho,  he said nomore basketball for me. at first i was fucking piss and shit sad la. what the hell? i mean my uncle said its good to play sports than do drugs and shit after the divorce. now my dad is saying i shouldnt play. omg, i have to consider smoking. see his fucking face would be priceless. but of course what my mum said is true. i'll just be hurting myself. so u know what im gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PLAY MORE BASKETBALL.&lt;br /&gt;-KEEPING MY ROOM DIRTY AS HELL&lt;br /&gt;-COME HOME REALLY LATE&lt;br /&gt;-WATCH TV ESPECIALLY AFTER 12AM&lt;br /&gt;-SLEEP AS LATE AS I POSSIBLY COULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought i should just go to my mums as easy as that. but i wont pussy out. i just provoke him somemore. lets see his face when im fucking rebellious. i wont let him win anymore. im gonna have so much fun. im done being the perfect daughter for him since he wont appreaciate it. im not saying i'll go into negativity like drugs, free sex etc but i will NOT LISTEN TO HIS SHIT. but since i still love my mum, i'll be the perfect daughter to her by keeping my grades up, respecting her and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, now im in my room going in a hunger strike until the coast is clear. i dont want to see him after what he said to aida and athirah. btw im really sorry guys for his a-hole behaviour and thanks for being there for me ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of having scrramble eggs. sounds good. gotta go talk to my informer (bro) now. see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. if he stops me from going basketball, i will take a cab i swear to God.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.s. i love you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-7227298722457898727?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/7227298722457898727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=7227298722457898727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7227298722457898727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7227298722457898727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/10/empty-threats.html' title='Threats'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-5641799437843136585</id><published>2009-10-05T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T04:32:30.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded</title><content type='html'>haha, hi. well todays a monday. surprsingly it all went awesomely.woke up. had bihun goreng which was awesome btw. went to school. talk talk, perhimpunan perhimpunan then head to class. during sivik, talk bout ghost stories. fuck, it was shit scary. someone could have crap their pants. serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, rehat time eat eat like i always do then went for science. surprisingly, i did work (omfg!) cause had to hantar the book for marks maybe thats why i was so semangated. during agama played tai ti, got scolding from ustazah because never bring book, etcera etcera. after agama, while waiting for teacher to come up, me, kong, tommy, ruth and philip watched the basketball game and ejek ejek ooi. (sorry). kong was like ooiruth! and i was like kongjade! haha,funny part was ruth hit philip not kong hahha. in bm class, all of us were talking bout porn, tights and some shit. p.s. kong is a horndog pervert. all the things we were talking bout shouldnt have been discussed by 14 years olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, anyways, masa blik watched pro people play bball then head home. so here i am writing the lamest post in the world in the lamest blog in the world. ciao people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-5641799437843136585?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/5641799437843136585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=5641799437843136585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5641799437843136585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5641799437843136585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/10/jaded.html' title='Jaded'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-7802991207449441598</id><published>2009-10-03T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T05:32:26.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Idea</title><content type='html'>hey, this post is specifically dedicated to a certain person who is a man, with a name that rhymes with masam and have a goatee that looks like hairy shit stuck to his chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that motherfucker not only fucking threw rubbish on the fucking floor, he told me to pick up his garbage shit. he motherfucking did it, he should do it. somemore that dog, insulted the way i played basketball in front of my whole class like he's some kind of fucking king of basketball. fuck you man. if any basketball player said that i wouldnt mind at least they play the sport. but this middle age motherfucker doesnt even know what a lay up and a chop is and can talk shit to me. which makes me shit angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part is i let it get to me. when i reached home i was so upset i would have ripped my basketball apart. but i dint of course. cause i knew all that time i wake up 5am in the morning, wait 2 hours to start playing, stayback for 2 hours almost every single day, aint for nothing. sure im not mvp, sure i still miss shots but im human. i make fucking mistakes. so if that jackass of a dog, thinks he's fucking pro-er than me so be it. at least i myself know he cant motherfucking play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, im sorry for being so you know like that. but i was so angry it was beyond me. i never had anything against him. when he came into the class, i sat down quietly and read my book. but he had to go all commando personal emotional shit attack on me. i think he just hates me for reasons unknown to man kind. anyways, kal is hating on another teach so S.U.S.U. is back on people. worst part is both teachers are coming morning next year. how unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just hope shit like this could be avoided. i seriously have no time for all this drama shit. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-7802991207449441598?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-2981893363523160819</id><published>2009-10-01T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:26:13.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpha Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey. been doing maths recently. i still remember everyone tellin me form 2 maths is fucking easy. its a fucking lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so annoyed doing it. my mum got annoyed too since i keep asking her questions and she telling me how to do but my brain doesnt seem to process them in a language i understand. in the end i just nod. its totally obvious i dint get it and my mum could see that but she just let it go ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today in class, kal, elaine, kong and ooi dint cme to school. plus teacher norliah called all the koperasi people out. i was preparing for her to say "you're fired." but thank God that dint happen. instead she said thank you to all of us for working so hard. (my wtf face was on the entire time she said "te-ha-nnk yoo-u") haha. then got back in class and did my maths or more like trying to do maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after some time, teacher jc called me and ruth to go weigh and shit. we were so excited for no apparent reason. haha. it turns out i grew but i put on weight. damn shit. oh well. then pj time well you can guess what happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pj teacher dnt let grls play bball (how sexist is that?) so me and ruth wanted to find some escape route and we did. when he saw us all he could do was shake his head hehe. so made a fool of myself and head to class. wtched the bball game for awhile (ooi and some guy against dollah and an win) which was real intense. anywho, during agama uh i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she called all of us then ask us to do pafa right there and then. gulp. i hentam shit ony and manage to get everytin ticky tick except one. good enough since it was on the spot kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;after that, shoot some hoops before heading home. btw the school was full of people in colourful clothes. they got sembahyang hajat for form 3 and 5. the dewan was damn full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, head home and eat. tried to do maths again then online la. hehe. i guess i shuld sleep since tmoro goin bball. catch ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-2981893363523160819?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/2981893363523160819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=2981893363523160819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2981893363523160819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2981893363523160819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/10/alpha-dog.html' title='Alpha Dog'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-6214179306540165071</id><published>2009-09-30T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T05:50:42.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Rain</title><content type='html'>hello. been too long. so today, basketball in the morning duh. kept drizzling. nywho, made me piss to no end when i keep missing power shots. or any other shots to be exact. and it dint help that dollah was laughing like hell. vvf. nyways, went to eat at the nasi lemak shop. the rice was damn nice. later went to ruths and play with sam and spye. damn cute weyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, later went to school. had some sort of ceramah for form 2 grls. god that lady is into details. too much INFO ALERT. i fell asleep for half an hour through the thing. woke up all crappie and cramp-ii. all of us got free pads. yes pads. i just gave it away to the dudes. they were so excited bout it. throwing it round and laughing shit. it was fucking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in maths the guys were playing water war. i acted all innocent then threw water at kong. he dint even know it was me. hhaha, sorry. masa blik, watched the pros played bball. damn awesome weyh. when i reached home, eat eat and now i am bloggin while watchin tv. guess thats it. later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6214179306540165071?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6214179306540165071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6214179306540165071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6214179306540165071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6214179306540165071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-it-rain.html' title='Let It Rain'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-1682158322969625851</id><published>2009-09-25T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:23:21.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arr-Rated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its not. but its a frickin funny vid. must watch fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-91f218ea62250c7e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=1682158322969625851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1682158322969625851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1682158322969625851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/arr-rated.html' title='Arr-Rated'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-6939921407420093010</id><published>2009-09-25T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:50:22.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Will Shine</title><content type='html'>hey. holidays are almost over. back to school. major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zzzz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; do much during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hols now&lt;/span&gt; that i thought bout it. loads of visiting, playing basketball and shit like that. good thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; rain too or not it would have cramped my non existent plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to see my orthodontist (is that how u spell it?) for another check up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been going to that woman for 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; i get a break? if so i want it to be a CLEAN BREAK. the only person that could understand this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;christopher&lt;/span&gt;. he's been going there forever too but not anymore though. lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anyhows&lt;/span&gt;, back to basketball. yesterday i played with me friends. gosh i am SO out of shape. 25 minutes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gameplay&lt;/span&gt; and i got tired already, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;? all my stamina gone, poof just like that,. back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt; square one. pisses me off that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and yesterday me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ruth&lt;/span&gt; went round &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mwt&lt;/span&gt; for a bike ride. gosh, now i wish i got a bike so i could ride round. it'll be A WAY of transportation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nyways&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;athirah&lt;/span&gt; told me, soon driving license could only be taken when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; 21. if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the way they want it, screw it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; driving by the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; 16. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cn&lt;/span&gt; stop me. okay people might but dint u kno a lost cause when its totally in your face? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;thatsit&lt;/span&gt;. since its in the morning and i have a bloody headache, this post is completely and utterly bout nothing in particular. so catch yer later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6939921407420093010?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6939921407420093010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6939921407420093010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6939921407420093010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6939921407420093010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/sun-will-shine.html' title='The Sun Will Shine'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-3078983310800070636</id><published>2009-09-22T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:41:03.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protein</title><content type='html'>well, yello. lets get to the main point shall we? yesterday, me dad's friend came over with his family. at first we thought at most it'll be like less than 20 people since its just one family. guess what? they arrived like agung like that with the cars and the noise and the people. there were like 30+ people and i didnt know ANY OF EM. AT ALL. they came in and talk talk talk. my bro and i was like salam-ing people with what the fucking faces. they arrived with 6+ cars and the cars were big shit. i didnt know how to react so i just went with the safest way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the kitchen mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grams was there trying to like cut up more ketupats, adding more kuah. i just ran around helping here and there. but gosh there were loads of UNKNOWN people miling round. to make it hell lot better, all the kids were like my age so my dad was like jom eat together gether and fuck like that. knowing me, i am not the "hoo haa wee lets be friends and share secrets!" kind of person, did my dad really expect some of his friend's kids who btw was looking at me like im some kind of alien because i look chinese, to be best buds? no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the whole thing was over. the feeling of claustrophobia finally ebbed. i finally got my inner peace back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, enough bout yesterday. lets talk bout today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went for bball in the morning and turns out only kenneth and keith were there. all of em look damn tired and was like "keshen is gonna die weyh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then somemore people came and we played bball la. after that went to eat some chicken rice, which was delicious btw. anywho, went to ruths house and her dog looks really huge now. last time he was like near my knee there or shorter. now he's like almost to my waist. that dog can grow. he's still cute though ^_^  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk talk talk there then head home. after having me bath, had a nap. god so awesome. THEN, my bro woke me up cause my cuz came over. i havent seem him in awhile and he's grown too. all my cuzes are real tall these days. so layan layan, talk talk, then he head to my aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grams wanted to go get some nasi impit (ricecakes) so i just follow la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to my aunties and spend time with the really cute kitties. their damn fat now with all the eating and shitting. my cuz was telling me the mummy cat is pregnant. AGAIN. gowd, what a whore haha. her kittens are barely 3 mnths old and shes pregnant hmm...interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyways, rest of the day passed by quickly and now here i am online-ing at 3.40 a.m. cant sit still la. wanna go find something to do. later gator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-3078983310800070636?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/3078983310800070636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=3078983310800070636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3078983310800070636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3078983310800070636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/protein.html' title='Protein'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-7139383903741819050</id><published>2009-09-19T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:22:45.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Academic Trainers</title><content type='html'>oh yeah i knew i forgotten something. last thursday we had this not so surprising but surprising spot check. my bag got ransacked but fortunately, my phone was with ms. voon so i manage to escape hehe. elaine was both lucky and unlucky. her product presents all kena rampas but her phone which was under the table, managed to not kena rampas. i dont get it whats wrong with bringing lip balm to school? other students might get distracted because of its shininess when it is applied on people lips? honestly, its fucking retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had this assembly thingy, and ooi won first place for a competition. guess what they called him? "tempat pertama ialah ooi jin kong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did chern turn into kong? try to imagine how confused both of em were when teacher said that. anyways azizah was like scolding me bout me not wearing tudung i was looking around and a big percentage of malay girls are not wearing tudung why am i the target?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then prakkash lit up a firecracker in the middle of the court and started dancing round and round in front of all the teachers. it was hilarious. then sharlene took out the tepung and i dont need to go on for you to know what happen. btw, sorry again ying bout the tepung thing &gt;&lt;  played basketball for a little while it felt awesome to run round. haha. gtg now. need sleep or not i'll look like a zombie tomorrow. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-7139383903741819050?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/7139383903741819050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=7139383903741819050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7139383903741819050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7139383903741819050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/academic-trainers.html' title='Academic Trainers'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-1591593432115362766</id><published>2009-09-19T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:03:55.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festivities</title><content type='html'>hello. raya's tomorrow. gosh cant believe puasa is over. gawd, time is so freakin fast these days. it scares the shit out of me since well as day go by PMR seems closer. eventhough its a year from now i feel i dont know "FREAKED OUT" in technical terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, went to my uncles buka puasa thingy. it was so awesome. everyone was there and all the food was not cooked, they were BOUGHT. shortcuts. we talked a lot then my grams got sleepy so everyone head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i wanted to go for basketball since its raya tomorrow and people want to you know celebrate. then well it rained. surprise surprise. it wasnt just a drizzle, it was like a huge hurricane. i think one of the trees near my neighborhood actually died in the process. i was mooning round the house since i could have gone shopping but i had wanted to go for basketball so i didnt go. my dad even brought it up later on. nice, rub it in my face &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight, i lit loads of candles around the house especially near the fish pond. the fishes were looking up transfixed to the flickering flame. it was kinda cute in a weird way. anyhows, i started thinking how raya was like i dont know hundreds and thousands of years ago. then i got fascinated by this fish marinery show-documentary thingy that was talking bout sharks ancestors. i dont want to be stuck in THAT time. heres a basic picture of it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SrUOZ0SDikI/AAAAAAAAALU/mXCdvHiGKjM/s1600-h/smegalodon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SrUOZ0SDikI/AAAAAAAAALU/mXCdvHiGKjM/s320/smegalodon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383224766285187650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see what i mean? it'll be the end of the world as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suppose to be sleeping now, but i cnt seem to relax. i guess im just excited ^_^ anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy raya people.&lt;br /&gt;best wishes, alya ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-1591593432115362766?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/1591593432115362766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=1591593432115362766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1591593432115362766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1591593432115362766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/festivities.html' title='Festivities'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SrUOZ0SDikI/AAAAAAAAALU/mXCdvHiGKjM/s72-c/smegalodon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-4937049259169271660</id><published>2009-09-15T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:27:22.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space</title><content type='html'>omg, i watch enew and kanye is a douche. i never had anything against him but what he done to taylor swift was shit.  it was totally uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dz5cKpEl16I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know right? beyonce was like wtf-ing. i love her now since she invited taylor up on stage when she won an award. she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when i was 19 and won a vma for destiny's child, it was the best moment in my life. i know taylor swift deserves her moment right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she came up, she was like " lets start over "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said " i was excited when i won the award. and i was more excited when kanye came up but then i wasnt excited anymore." at backstage. she looked so dissappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now went to visit katy perry's twitter and she is damn smart. she was like saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;FUCK U KANYE. IT'S LIKE U STEPPED 0N A KITTEN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;These gaga oufits are from outer space "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;There's a reason why beyonce is my hero. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here here. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-4937049259169271660?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/4937049259169271660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=4937049259169271660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4937049259169271660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4937049259169271660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/space.html' title='Space'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-2734092816075250286</id><published>2009-09-12T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:54:30.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>helo. i notice this days i'm sarcastic most of the time. dont know why. heh, must have gotten it from Kal or Sam or both. hehe. anyways, today i didnt sleep at all. after sahur still couldnt sleep so went to the morning pasar with me family. gosh, there is a LOT of people there. more than usual. and all the vendors these days, sell some pretty weird shit. i saw this alien-like cantaloupe-y scale-ish fruit thing thats suppose to be 'good' for you. looks like poison to me. heck, it even had a yellow stalk that looked like a tail and the freaking fruit is RED in colour. wtf? moving on, i also saw some retarded shit in bottles that i bet is still unknown to science. till now i still have no freaking idea what its suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, as we got tired from walking around, we stop to buy some eggs. i saw this really tiny miniscule one that is sold for 10 cents. seriously, it is so tiny that a baby could put it in his/her mouth and it would fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went home and finally got some much needed sleep. i woke up couple of hours later (4 o'clock). so semangated wanted to go to school and play bball. turns out there was not a SINGLE soul at the court. it was saturday for God's sake. so instead of playing bball, went to get some stuff at mesra. my mum was all semangated towards the kuih. i guess thats important since raya is less than 10 days away ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, while my mum was reversing the car some BASTARD went and go swerving here swerving there good thing didnt hit the car. if it had kena well lets just say, all hell will break loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, went to ampang park and my bro got some psp and ps2 games. some of em seems really cool. i also got my baju raya which is in a colour that resembles an evening sunset (yellow, orange, red, pink) then went to watch the ugly truth. that movie is so horny. its a nice one though. i managed to sneak in even though its 18 pl. it was effed up funny. the movie got a monkey having sex video and lots of innuendos. couldnt stop laughing. despite all that, all the things they said in that movie is completely true. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, ate at chili's. its not getting any better. the food now is not as great as last time and chili's used to be my favorite restaurant &gt;_&gt; went home and watched fast and furious 4 again. i actually forgotten most parts of the movie haha. so now i guess im gonna go watch tv since i cant sleep. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-2734092816075250286?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/2734092816075250286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=2734092816075250286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2734092816075250286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2734092816075250286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/sarcasm.html' title='Sarcasm'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-4080946320592977783</id><published>2009-09-10T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:10:13.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Encounter</title><content type='html'>i didnt see this really hot guy today who i saw yesterday. i know i know call me superficial. i dont know whether he's like nice or a jerk or a total ass, but he was hot. haha. anyways, hello. today got my creative writing story shit back. i guess its not bad but i still think its not one of my best. everytime i read it, i cringe in horror at the thought i actually wrote THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during pj, we werent suppose to go out and play but knowing all of us we went anyways. good thing i was just sitting and not actually playing cause our teach was looking from afar and he look, well, pissed. ooi, shyam and kong were busy playing and i was like hand signalling them. shyam saw it but the rest of em were too busy. then the teacher was like naik. so all of us did as we were told &gt;_&lt; in class, was hyper hyper. surprisingly the pj teacher didnt say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during agama thought no ustazah so happy happy playing tai ti when she came. thank GOD she didnt see or not it would have been off with our heads. haha. anyhows, during balik time, played basketball again. haha. i noticed thats all i do these days. this time got the ball at least 6 times, which is an improvement comparing to all the guys who were fighting for it. then, said hi to tina , aida and meera then got myself home. now just after buka which was awesome btw. i dont know what to do maybe go facebook-ing. see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-4080946320592977783?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/4080946320592977783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=4080946320592977783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4080946320592977783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4080946320592977783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/close-encounter.html' title='Close Encounter'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-2293983055524413752</id><published>2009-09-08T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:59:21.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kill In The Record Shop</title><content type='html'>hello. been studying. haha. nope not all, zilch, nil, zero. mlas la. at school also i copy the questions than live it be. i dont bother these days. just tired but the only thing i always look forward to is balik time so i could play basketball hehe. wish i had more time to play but usually i only get 15 mins counting trying to steal the basketball. oh, i've been working on my story shit and now finally reach chapter 17. so dont know what else to write so i'll just list down the songs i've been listening to lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mona Lisa&lt;br /&gt;2. Breakin&lt;br /&gt;3. High Life Scenery&lt;br /&gt;4. Moment Of Truth&lt;br /&gt;5. California&lt;br /&gt;6. Too Little Too Late&lt;br /&gt;7. She's A Genius&lt;br /&gt;8. Hey Stephen&lt;br /&gt;9. Tricky Angel&lt;br /&gt;10. Self Inflicted&lt;br /&gt;11. Old Yellow Bricks&lt;br /&gt;12. Crying Lightning&lt;br /&gt;13. Chemicals Collide&lt;br /&gt;14. Kill Me In A Record Shop&lt;br /&gt;15. The Resolution&lt;br /&gt;16. Bigger Than Love&lt;br /&gt;17. The Call&lt;br /&gt;18. Here I Sit&lt;br /&gt;19. You're Making It Come Alive&lt;br /&gt;20. Fallin For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can think of right now. so bye bye. wanna watch tv ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-2293983055524413752?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/2293983055524413752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=2293983055524413752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2293983055524413752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2293983055524413752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/kill-in-record-shop.html' title='The Kill In The Record Shop'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-3477230110947247792</id><published>2009-09-07T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T04:05:05.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM NOW STARING AT A BLACKCURRANT SLURPEE AT 7:04 P.M. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH HELP ME GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-3477230110947247792?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/3477230110947247792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=3477230110947247792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3477230110947247792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3477230110947247792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/stalker.html' title='Stalker'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-4567441029599209771</id><published>2009-09-05T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:17:24.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All It Took</title><content type='html'>omfg, just now during buka felt like dying weyh. it started out like a typical day. i went for basketball, elbowed keshen in the neck, played bullet, played 2 half court games for 30 minutes and practice my layup. and oh constant whining for water. i was depressed cause my basketball shoes had to go for repair or some shit. anyways, went home take bath, laze around then buka. the sirap was effing awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my grams made my fave ikan bakar. i was eating happily when bam. i couldnt breathe or swallow. i ran to the sink and coughed out blood. it was major wtf moment. then my grams came and was like wtf happen? i couldnt talk or breathe. she was like must be fishbone and told me TO DIG MY THROAT. so i did. it was fucking painful. then my dad came he was omfg omfg. the bone couldnt come out. so my dad whack my back one time and so it came out. wanna see what it looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SqJkI_uWSQI/AAAAAAAAALM/9yVJjrT-4tg/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SqJkI_uWSQI/AAAAAAAAALM/9yVJjrT-4tg/s320/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377971010741356802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know. that was lodge in my throat. btw its not actual size. my grams felt bad and was apologizing but i manage to cough out "it's not your fault" so a totally ordinary day became dramarama day. my throat still feels raw though because of my digging haha. so now just got back from 7e. having an awesome slurpee. so nice. haha. thats that. catch yer on the wild side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-4567441029599209771?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/4567441029599209771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=4567441029599209771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4567441029599209771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4567441029599209771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-it-took.html' title='All It Took'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SqJkI_uWSQI/AAAAAAAAALM/9yVJjrT-4tg/s72-c/Image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-4083609907836085324</id><published>2009-09-04T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:52:58.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draft of Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; 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 &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She dug and dug. Tossing occasional stray rocks and pebbles. Her fingernails stained by the earth while droplets of her tears dotted the uneven ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Please be here. Please. This is all I have. You promised. Please.” She sobbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But she couldn’t find it. She didn’t give up though. She kept on digging until she couldn’t dig nomore. Hours and hours has passed until finally the streaks of dawn rose in the distant. She stop, hunched over and howled. “No.” After all that has happened. It was all for nothing. He promised it would be here. HE PROMISED! Then she kicked a rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She cursed over her stub toe. While she nurse her swollen toe, a little box in brown peeking trough the soil managed to caught her eye. She scrambled and picked up the tiny box with her now weak and weathered hands. She had no energy left after digging half the night away. But what was important was he came trough. She took the key dangling on her neck and opened the box tentively. She had to admit she was scared of what she would find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All she saw was a delicate gold chain and a letter signed in aqua blue ink. Her favourite colour. She put on the fragile chain and continued on reading the letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After she was finished, she dropped the letter and sobbed into the ground. Salty tears slopping down onto the ground. She curled into a ball and shed tears of sorrow until her sister found her on the ground later that &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-alya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i know its nuthin much but hey, it's reading material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-4083609907836085324?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/4083609907836085324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=4083609907836085324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4083609907836085324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4083609907836085324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/draft-of-choice.html' title='Draft of Choice'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-6385157161782576499</id><published>2009-09-04T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:52:25.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESTINY is the bridge we build to the ones we love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- my sassy girl the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;omg. love that movie. just watched it just now. aww, its so sweet. the guy in it was hot too. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;anyyways, hello hello. today, i went to school 2 hours early. omfg, damn boring. me, sharmila and carissa was like walkin round dont kno what to do. i WANTED to play basketball but it rained so badly. kenneth as usual being the sweet person that he is was laughing at me. he doesnt believe i can puasa and play basketball at the same time. it is possible. easy also haha. anyhows, finally finish and hantar my sej folio but masa blik time a i remembered i forgot to write the number of pages on the index. shit. monday i go see teacher la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been reading the time travellers wife book. that book is retarded. seriously. the storyline is awesome but man, how complicated can life get? oh yeah at school had this mini science exam thingy. i didnt read shit. lucky for me the test was easy. or not, dead. played tai ti during agama also hehe. but man i screwed up my pafa. the ustazah had to remind me a few times. lucky for me she was feeling generous and gave me full mark. hell yea ^_^ so now i wanna go work on my next story. i'll give you a sneak peek after this. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6385157161782576499?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6385157161782576499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6385157161782576499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6385157161782576499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6385157161782576499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8706082056631038376</id><published>2009-09-03T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T05:54:42.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice From The Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;hey, today was okay la. cme to school and bind up my awesome sejarah folio haha. my bro now keep laughing bout the word folio. wait and see when he reaches high school he'll get a real shitty wake up call. it'll be a total in your face moment haha. when i thought my folio was awesome enough wanted to pass up but NOOOOOO cannot yet cause no borang wtf man? so now im still workin on it ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;then turns out girls gotta wear tudung during puasa. i dint even kno that till today masa balik time when my fren told me. i been going to school without tudung for 3 days and now i know. oh aandd during rehat there was this ustazah who was waiting to scold all us malays to not go to the kantin even to just sit and laze round. i was there for a whole 30 minutes going crazy right in front of her but she never notice huh? but knowing karma another ustazah saw me tudungless at the surau during agama time. she was givin me the evil eye all the way. we had like solat jemaah asar together gether and tadaruz Al Quran. it was kind of fun since all me frens keep cracking up jokes trough the whole time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;so went home finally finish kissed by an angel book. its so sweet and sad and terrifying at the same time. good book but the ending wasnt awesome it was predictable who killed who. wanna watch tv now catch yer on the wild side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8706082056631038376?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8706082056631038376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8706082056631038376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8706082056631038376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8706082056631038376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/advice-from-wind.html' title='Advice From The Wind'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-316909364104429129</id><published>2009-09-02T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:19:38.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's In Charge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sp6otGUQlBI/AAAAAAAAALA/JJKn20_S6AM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sp6otGUQlBI/AAAAAAAAALA/JJKn20_S6AM/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376920497870115858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;NOT my pj teacher thats fo sho. i kesian him la.pj teachers should be like i dnt know buff, sporty and like "you bitches get out there and do your fucking best or die trying" kinda thing. not 2s one though. he's skinny n soft spoken and into long dire notes and stuff blegghh. anyhows i mentioned him cause today he came in class all serious first time ever. then he was like mana ruth? and ruth raised her hand. he was like bukan ruth lelaki punye. we were all like laughing and wat the effing. he's been teaching us for like a year and he serious shit have no idea whether ruth is a guy or girl? jeez, ow feelings hurt here haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;then he was like dnt play basketball got swine flu and haze and bla bla. the first time he said that months ago i shouted shit to him. teachers are always blaming basketball. i mean theres football, badminton and etcera but no he had to pin point at bball. they jst dnt understand the awesomeness of it all. anyways, he was saying stuff bout his non existent image being ruined when we dnt obey him and we all gave him "yea yea bla bla" look. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during rehat, my sivik teacher cme up to me and ask me whether i puasa tak just cause im around people who are eating? seriously.  im just really good at resisting temptations, sue me. during pk the same thin happened but she tried using reverse psychology heres the convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;PK TEACH - alya makan apa tengah hari tadi?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME - (woke up from snoozing) cikgu saya puasa la. mana makn tgh hari (continue snoozing)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PK TEACH - oh, (laughs) tu la cikgu tak tau alya puasa ke tak. klau alya ckp dh mkn tgh hari, cikgu nk check je&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she ask bout my chinese/malay mix family. i answered, AND I JUST CONTINUED SNOOZING AFTER THAT.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually like my PK and SIVIK teach so i wont like diss em ^_^ maths time worse. my maths teach gave me latihan. ugh felt like setting the whole school on fire. it was damn hard and confusin and my brain hurt. when it was finally going home time, saw hot guys playin basketball. to those who played today on 2/9/09, u guys kno who yer are haha. at home i was like reading then fell asleep omg. damn nice. but my maid woke me up for buka i dnt kno whether i was pissed or relieved. now cnt sleep so i'll just wait till sahur. catch yer later.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s. pay tenshyun in class especially maths so u wont get brain damage like i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-316909364104429129?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/316909364104429129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=316909364104429129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/316909364104429129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/316909364104429129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/whos-in-charge.html' title='Who&apos;s In Charge?'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sp6otGUQlBI/AAAAAAAAALA/JJKn20_S6AM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8432965733504910238</id><published>2009-09-01T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:18:16.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Whom It May Concern</title><content type='html'>well hello there. i have to say the fasting month is like totally awesome except for the not eating and drinking part. you see theres a couple of reasons i say so such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. form 2's get to go home early (okay as well as form 1's) seriously on friday only 3 hours of school.  how sweet can that get?&lt;br /&gt;2. BASKETBALL QUALITY TIME&lt;br /&gt;3. teachers are too tired to teach much&lt;br /&gt;4. no ghosts or devils so thats a TOTAL plus (cn get good night sleep without worrying shit)&lt;br /&gt;5. makes life look much better on the upside. translation APPRECIATE WHAT YOU GOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and etcera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, been keeping busy with me books. OMFG i was reading this book that was totally awesome like sick awesome when they totally eff-ed up the ending. that aint right. the last 3 pages were shit. it was nominated for some award now i know why it didnt win &gt;_&gt; ruined the whole stinkin thin. im nt gonna say what the title is since i dnt wnt to seem hypocritical since i been saying this book is total gold. hah, what a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched g.i. joe and up last weekend. comments :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g.i. joe - FREAKIN awesome. man, channing tatum look hotter than ever in that movie haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up - its a sweet movie. the storyline is rock solid eventhough it dint make sense at some parts but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the whole, good choices of movies to watch but moving on to dvds damn. i really striked out. managed to watch one but wish i hadnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting - sorry channing but that movie sux. felt like throwin my dvd player out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the 70's show too. they should air out more of that show than shows like (sorry) shark (bring back monk!) ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and before i close this post i'll like to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;MERRY MERDEKA PEOPLE - 31.08.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;MALAYSIA RULES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8432965733504910238?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8432965733504910238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8432965733504910238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8432965733504910238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8432965733504910238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-whom-itmay-concern.html' title='To Whom It May Concern'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8363386708052334653</id><published>2009-08-26T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:10:32.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harsh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dude why did it had to rain?! i didnt go bball cause it rained shit. ala, and i was SO looking forward to goin out and play bball. tough luck. tomorrow going to the book fair hell yea! so lookin forward to THAT! my tuition teacher said its unbelievable. i bet they have all kinds of books that are simply to die for. wow those 4 sentences i just realize sounds like the true nerd that i am. okay i think i better go nw before i bore u non existent people to death ^_^ happy puasa-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8363386708052334653?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8363386708052334653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8363386708052334653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8363386708052334653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8363386708052334653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/08/harsh.html' title='Harsh'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-6865292812816412839</id><published>2009-08-26T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:42:30.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptations</title><content type='html'>why, hello hello. its been such a long time ya kno? been busy busy busy. its like my 5th day puasa-ing / fasting and its been great so far but one problem is HOME IS FUCKING BORING. i wanna watch tv cnt do that since my daft uncle hogs the remote. wanna eat, cant since im fasting, wanna blog, internet die on me. wanna read books, actually i do that most of the time but my eyeballs hurt when i read for long period of time. so all i can look forward to is basketball in the evening. yesterday i went and it was awesome as usual. lots of people so it was funner than ever. but accidently left my go strong ball at school O_O i kno. hope prakkash took it home for me. then buka time omg, i was deadly thirsty. when i was playing bball i wasnt but when during buka time &gt;_&gt; lost cause. so now another hour to go and i cn go play ady. i am such an addict. see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6865292812816412839?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6865292812816412839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6865292812816412839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6865292812816412839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6865292812816412839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/08/temptations.html' title='Temptations'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-1625750605745640376</id><published>2009-08-17T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:52:29.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ReBorn</title><content type='html'>hey. its my 50th post so this would be special. it will be about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;mtv world stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sick. kasabian and estranged were awesome. hoobastank and pixie lott were awesomer. and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;boys like girls and all american rejects &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;were the awesomest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. tyson and martin is fucking hot in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; utt w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as hot too ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but the downside were the moshers. fuck you arse holes who p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ushed till the gate fell off couldnt enjoy boys like girls cause of em. but on the whol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e the ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nds were great. so nothin can bring me down. but seriously they were some inconsiderate huma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n beings who were smoking while moshing. how moronic is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;still got the blisters from the concert, still couldnt imagine a bette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r first concert. maybe i'll start going for more of em now. (yes, W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;S was my f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;irst concert. eva.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol4rtnHO5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/iafB0Krtq7I/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol4rtnHO5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/iafB0Krtq7I/s320/DSC01129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370956722989382546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol5wscvwAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hTrdCHszM58/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol5wscvwAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hTrdCHszM58/s320/DSC01130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370957908088438786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol5w4hrz0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/spIlARTi694/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol5w4hrz0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/spIlARTi694/s320/DSC01136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370957911330377538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol5xcJ8DNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UvVyhF-pgLw/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol5xcJ8DNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UvVyhF-pgLw/s320/DSC01141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370957920894454994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GUESS WHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol5x-a0MvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GxW2WanJXVk/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol5x-a0MvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GxW2WanJXVk/s320/DSC01147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370957930092049138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol7XvW5IWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/f3i996p_Qks/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol7XvW5IWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/f3i996p_Qks/s320/DSC01156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370959678395720034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol7YDPxFSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5LTSC-6CgJA/s1600-h/DSC01169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol7YDPxFSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5LTSC-6CgJA/s320/DSC01169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370959683734541602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol7YhnMlpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Xn89GghbnIU/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol7YhnMlpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Xn89GghbnIU/s320/DSC01180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370959691885876882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol7ZFMQfPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tHxX4Lx0_Ms/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol7ZFMQfPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tHxX4Lx0_Ms/s320/DSC01191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370959701436562674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol7ZWbcC6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/rqWJIew2AQM/s1600-h/DSC01198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol7ZWbcC6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/rqWJIew2AQM/s320/DSC01198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370959706063637410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so thats that. see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-1625750605745640376?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/1625750605745640376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=1625750605745640376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1625750605745640376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1625750605745640376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/08/reborn.html' title='ReBorn'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sol4rtnHO5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/iafB0Krtq7I/s72-c/DSC01129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-5758930351075993943</id><published>2009-08-05T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T07:56:54.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unacceptable</title><content type='html'>hey, watchin im a celeb get me out of here and they use the word unacceptable a lot bout janice. shes kinda weird smetimes. i hate her, sor-ey. btw feel like crap. just barf dinner, supper and my protein shakes. ugh. tday was raining cats and dogs, everythin was wet like crap. pepto bismol. in class almost blik time this teacher went cuckoo and threatend us with all kinds of fuck. haha. then i sngaja ejek kal by sayin kal likes shyam omg. haha he cme ovr and was like i love u too then knowin me i said shyam shes nt religious, eat meat somemore and all of us start laughing like hell. he jst gt pissed and walked away. think thats it. see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i cnt blive philip. haaaaaaa, very slick ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-5758930351075993943?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/5758930351075993943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=5758930351075993943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5758930351075993943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5758930351075993943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/08/unacceptable.html' title='Unacceptable'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-2374458783646239437</id><published>2009-07-31T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:47:55.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero IQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;hey. today woke up round 1255. felt like dying. sick like a dog. then had some kuey teow which made me feel worse actually. at school, first thing that prakkash said was "got some drama rama going on" i for one like to avoid all the drama rama. im switzerland ergo, i dnt get involved ERGO i dont take sides. so i just watched the seniors played basketball. i was being hyper when ying totally pulled a freak on me. i decided to quote it&lt;/span&gt;  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG IM GONNA DIE WEYH. I NEVER STUDY. DO YOU KNOW WHATS COMING OUT?!" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unquote. bla di bla di bla. 1, she ALWAYS STUDY. 2, hey at the rate shes studying I should be freaking out. 3, i wasnt freaking out ^_^ i was just holding the book and pretending to study. anyhows, exam sivik sucked. kh was good. a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;nd sejarah is shit. sorry. but it IS. ruth and kal were crumpling each other paper screaming away. it was damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa balik time played basketball. hairulsam gave all of us the evil eye. after playing for bout 10 minutes, went home. but b4 i could reach the gate,  azizah was like 'KAMU, KAMU TU LALU GATE NI!" i was like who me? so obviously it was me since she was pointing and screaming AT me. so i was like halfway through and ran like fuck cause hairulsam and her was going bat shit and both of em know me. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home, cuzzes and uncles visited. it was cool played ps2 together. now blo-jjin, before going to bed. cnt wait to play bball tomorrow. been too long. blog soon. buh-bye&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. SELAMAT HARI PAHLAWAN DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SnMf9YI-apI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/K7IHVBRmxZ4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SnMf9YI-apI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/K7IHVBRmxZ4/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364666720440969874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-2374458783646239437?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/2374458783646239437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=2374458783646239437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2374458783646239437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2374458783646239437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/07/zero-iq.html' title='Zero IQ'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SnMf9YI-apI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/K7IHVBRmxZ4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-2327837823845018920</id><published>2009-07-30T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:32:19.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy-cs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SnHHxXY3bII/AAAAAAAAAJI/z1qPOt7LzaI/s1600-h/oreos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SnHHxXY3bII/AAAAAAAAAJI/z1qPOt7LzaI/s320/oreos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364288282080799874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think im becoming an oreo-holic. not that bad but its just so good. im so rajin, im gonna write all the things i tink im addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. basketball&lt;br /&gt;2. running&lt;br /&gt;3. chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;4. books&lt;br /&gt;5. stationery&lt;br /&gt;6. buttons&lt;br /&gt;7. blogs&lt;br /&gt;8. facebook&lt;br /&gt;9. music&lt;br /&gt;10. colors&lt;br /&gt;11. milk chocolate&lt;br /&gt;12. oreos&lt;br /&gt;13. cats&lt;br /&gt;14. animals in general&lt;br /&gt;15. ipods&lt;br /&gt;16. fruit base stuff&lt;br /&gt;17. sarcasm (this should has been like 5th)&lt;br /&gt;18. eminem&lt;br /&gt;19. swearing (this should have been 3rd)&lt;br /&gt;20. shoes&lt;br /&gt;21. thrilling sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i got now. so catch ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-2327837823845018920?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/2327837823845018920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=2327837823845018920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2327837823845018920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2327837823845018920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/07/holy-cs.html' title='Holy-cs'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SnHHxXY3bII/AAAAAAAAAJI/z1qPOt7LzaI/s72-c/oreos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-6750264015642653061</id><published>2009-07-29T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:53:25.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My name is.. &lt;i&gt;[scratches]&lt;/i&gt; Slim Shady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hi! My name is.. (huh?) My name is.. (what?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My name is.. &lt;i&gt;[scratches]&lt;/i&gt; Slim Shady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;- slim shady aka eminem aka marshall matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;that is like the awesomest most annoying song in the whole wide world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just gonna drop a quick one since tomorrow got exams (science, geo and maths) total nightmare. u know what else is a total nightmare? agama paper. oh yeah not just it was shit fucked up hard but some drama-rama happens. someone or teacher hid the moral paper under the table and couldnt find it until 15 minutes before the bell rung. my kh teacher nor faizah went ballistic she was raising hell screaming SAPE YANG SOROK? MENGAKU SKARANG?!! since it was exam time naturally her voice echoed. damn loud. All the agama paper takers were taking advantage of the situation and bincang like shit. oh well. couldnt help myself. so bye thats all i got for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you want a story? write your own ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6750264015642653061?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6750264015642653061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6750264015642653061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6750264015642653061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6750264015642653061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-real.html' title='Get Real'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-6597577656819652951</id><published>2009-07-28T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:58:33.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sm8PY3n20iI/AAAAAAAAAII/QgCYownYHaw/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sm8PY3n20iI/AAAAAAAAAII/QgCYownYHaw/s320/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363522601143947810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to he i have lost&lt;br /&gt;i never did a proper goodbye so thought now is as good as ever.&lt;br /&gt;2 years, its been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now to those times of retardedness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sm8PlAPKrRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/N8qOuRpBxVg/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sm8PlAPKrRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/N8qOuRpBxVg/s320/DSC01100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363522809614740754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ying looks like she feels something icky and terpaksa smile. maybe its the horse food she ATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sm8QPDpsWCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/B375_RGFRQA/s1600-h/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sm8QPDpsWCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/B375_RGFRQA/s320/DSC01112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363523532085811234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we will call them the retarded ones. ESPECIALLY the one in red ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6597577656819652951?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6597577656819652951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6597577656819652951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6597577656819652951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6597577656819652951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/07/remembrance.html' title='Remembrance'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sm8PY3n20iI/AAAAAAAAAII/QgCYownYHaw/s72-c/DSC00106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8753399627534605193</id><published>2009-07-27T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:32:24.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People And Their Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;•&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Stay With Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops fall from everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I reach out for you&lt;br /&gt;But you’re not there&lt;br /&gt;So I stood waiting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;With your picture in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Story of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t be without you&lt;br /&gt;Just stay with me&lt;br /&gt;And hold me close&lt;br /&gt;Because I built my world around you&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna know what it’s like without you&lt;br /&gt;So stay with me, just stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying&lt;br /&gt;And hoping for the day&lt;br /&gt;My touch is enough&lt;br /&gt;To take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve searched for so long&lt;br /&gt;The answer’s clear&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be ok if we don’t let it disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t be without you&lt;br /&gt;Just stay with me&lt;br /&gt;And hold me close&lt;br /&gt;Because I built my world around you&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna know what it’s like without you&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me, just stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve searched my heart over&lt;br /&gt;So many, many times&lt;br /&gt;No, you and I&lt;br /&gt;Is like no stars&lt;br /&gt;To light the sky at night&lt;br /&gt;Our picture hangs up to&lt;br /&gt;Remind me of the days&lt;br /&gt;You promised me, we’d always be&lt;br /&gt;And never go away&lt;br /&gt;(That’s why I need you to stay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t be without you&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;And hold me close&lt;br /&gt;Because I built my world around you&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna know what it’s like without you&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me, just stay with me&lt;br /&gt;(Oooh, oooh, don't leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stand, waiting&lt;br /&gt;In the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Change Your Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (music and lyrics by Alejandro Manzano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are with your perfect way&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got that little shine in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To hear one word would make my day&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no room for me in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you’ve got me down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in my mind I can see&lt;br /&gt;How perfect everything could be&lt;br /&gt;But you won’t give us a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could change your mind&lt;br /&gt;How would you want me&lt;br /&gt;Would you say you need me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to move on but your perfect way&lt;br /&gt;Has got this little child asking why&lt;br /&gt;But this world keeps spinning&lt;br /&gt;As my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;Is there still no room inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you’ve got me down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in my mind I can see&lt;br /&gt;How perfect everything could be&lt;br /&gt;But you won’t give us a try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could change your mind&lt;br /&gt;How would you want me&lt;br /&gt;Would you say you need me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could change your mind&lt;br /&gt;(Please tell me I’m not the only one)&lt;br /&gt;(Please help me believe I’m not the only one)&lt;br /&gt;If I could change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could change your mind&lt;br /&gt;How would you want me&lt;br /&gt;Would you say you need me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need you now&lt;br /&gt;If I could change your mind&lt;br /&gt;How would you hold me&lt;br /&gt;Would you stay forever&lt;br /&gt;Or just leave me here to drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could change your mind&lt;br /&gt;(Change your mind)&lt;br /&gt;If I could change your mind&lt;br /&gt;(Change your mïnd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;   Sixx:am Life Is Beautiful lyrics&lt;/h2&gt;You can’t quit until you try&lt;br /&gt;You can’t live until you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You can’t learn to &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-size: 12px; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"&gt;tell the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you learn to lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t breathe until you choke&lt;br /&gt;You gotta laugh when you’re the joke&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-size: 12px; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"&gt;open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And see that &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;life is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you swear on your life,&lt;br /&gt;That no one will cry at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some things that you don’t&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done things that you won’t&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing like a trailer park to find your way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for my hearse&lt;br /&gt;What came next was so much worse&lt;br /&gt;It took a funeral to make me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And see that &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;life is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you swear on your life,&lt;br /&gt;That no one will cry at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And see that &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;life is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you swear on your life,&lt;br /&gt;That no one will cry at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And see that &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;life is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you swear on your life,&lt;br /&gt;That no one will cry at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And see that &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;life is beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you swear on your life,&lt;br /&gt;That no one will cry at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOSE YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro]&lt;br /&gt;Look... If you had... one shot... or one opportunity...&lt;br /&gt;To seize everything you ever wanted... in one moment...&lt;br /&gt;Would you capture it? Or just let it slip?&lt;br /&gt;Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy&lt;br /&gt;There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready&lt;br /&gt;to drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting&lt;br /&gt;what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud&lt;br /&gt;He opens his mouth but the words won't come out&lt;br /&gt;He's chokin, how? Everybody's jokin now&lt;br /&gt;The clock's run out, time's up, over - BLAOW!&lt;br /&gt;Snap back to reality, OHH! there goes gravity&lt;br /&gt;OHH! there goes Rabbit, he choked&lt;br /&gt;He's so mad, but he won't&lt;br /&gt;Give up that easy nope, he won't have it&lt;br /&gt;He knows, his whole back's to these ropes&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter, he's dope&lt;br /&gt;He knows that, but he's broke&lt;br /&gt;He's so sad that he knows&lt;br /&gt;when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's&lt;br /&gt;back to the lab again, yo, this whole rap shift&lt;br /&gt;He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment&lt;br /&gt;You own it, you better never let it go (go)&lt;br /&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow&lt;br /&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment&lt;br /&gt;You own it, you better never let it go (go)&lt;br /&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow&lt;br /&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping&lt;br /&gt;This world is mine for the taking&lt;br /&gt;Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order&lt;br /&gt;A normal life is boring; but superstardom's&lt;br /&gt;close to post-mortem, it only grows harder&lt;br /&gt;Homie grows hotter, he blows it's all over&lt;br /&gt;These hoes is all on him, coast to coast shows&lt;br /&gt;He's known as the Globetrotter&lt;br /&gt;Lonely roads, God only knows&lt;br /&gt;He's grown farther from home, he's no father&lt;br /&gt;He goes home and barely knows his own daughter&lt;br /&gt;But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water&lt;br /&gt;These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product&lt;br /&gt;They moved on to the next schmoe who flows&lt;br /&gt;He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera&lt;br /&gt;is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old partner&lt;br /&gt;But the beat goes on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;No more games, Imma change what you call rage&lt;br /&gt;Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged&lt;br /&gt;I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed&lt;br /&gt;I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage&lt;br /&gt;But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher&lt;br /&gt;Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper&lt;br /&gt;All the pain inside amplified by the&lt;br /&gt;fact that I can't get by with my nine to&lt;br /&gt;five and I can't provide the right type of&lt;br /&gt;life for my family, cause man, these God damn&lt;br /&gt;food stamps don't buy diapers, and there's no movie&lt;br /&gt;There's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life&lt;br /&gt;And these times are so hard, and it's gettin even harder&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to feed and water my seed plus, teeter-totter&lt;br /&gt;Caught up between bein a father and a pre-madonna&lt;br /&gt;Baby momma drama screamin on her too much for me to wanna&lt;br /&gt;stay in one spot, another day of monotony&lt;br /&gt;has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got&lt;br /&gt;to formulate a plot, or end up in jail or shot&lt;br /&gt;Success is my only motherfuckin option, failure's not&lt;br /&gt;Mom I love you but this trailer's got to go&lt;br /&gt;I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot&lt;br /&gt;So here I go it's my shot, feet fail me not&lt;br /&gt;This may be the only opportunity that I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro]&lt;br /&gt;You can do anything you set your mind to, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concrete Angel lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Songwriters:&lt;/b&gt; Bentley, Stephanie; Crosby, Rob;&lt;/small&gt;She walks to school with the lunch she packed&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows what she's holding back&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday&lt;br /&gt;She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see the pain behind the mask&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the burden of a secret storm&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she wishes she was never born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;In a world that she can't rise above&lt;br /&gt;But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place&lt;br /&gt;Where she's loved concrete angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody cries in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors hear but they turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate&lt;br /&gt;When morning comes it will be too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;In a world that she can't rise above&lt;br /&gt;But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place&lt;br /&gt;Where she's loved concrete angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statue stands in a shaded place&lt;br /&gt;An angel girl with an upturned face&lt;br /&gt;A name is written on a polished rock&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart that the world forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone&lt;br /&gt;In a world that she can't rise above&lt;br /&gt;But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place&lt;br /&gt;Where she's loved concrete angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*GUESS WHO THESE WORDS BELONG TO. EMBRACE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8753399627534605193?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8753399627534605193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8753399627534605193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8753399627534605193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8753399627534605193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/07/people-and-their-words.html' title='People And Their Words'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-908358854325743830</id><published>2009-07-22T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:38:37.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;hi. life's been a huge friggin roller coaster. a few days ago it rained like motherfuck. i swear by the time i got to school, felt like crap. but no worries, friends were there to make it all good. teachers on the other hand, had no intentions whatsoever to ease the crapness. these days all they talk bout are folios, folios and school fees. and oh folios. so much tension. ughh. the only thing that can make me find inner peace is basketball. but noooo the teachers take that away from me too. in the morning cnt play cause got exams. its all bull. even the seniors come down and play in the morning &gt;_&gt; anywhos, been working hard at koperasi. so much fun these days and now addicted to tv. nothing new there. i'll update somemore in bout half hour if i cnt sleep. so nite nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; * this is the post that i saved 2 weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;hey. this post i want to talk bout one thing only and that is CARNIVAL. it was awesome weyh. it started with the merentas desa. me and ruth were leading then somehow this fucking bitch got first. the teacher told us she cheated and fuck so was happy again. after that went to watch the basketball games with ryan and kal. i swear to God, ryan is like the best sports commentator ever. he was shouting stuff like "HARDESH, YOU TURN ME ON!" some people got annoyed but those who has a sense of humor just laughed along. watched all the damn pros played. super sick. oh, there were lots of stalls there too. i went nuts just trying to find a really good one. so in the end just settled for st johns cause there tropical flings are sick but gives me loads of brain freeze. then hung out and just be crazy. before i went home played basketball of course, super hyper then. but halfway through the 3rd game felt like puking. ugh. hate that feeling. but cnt beat ying though. ruth gave her horse food and she almost swallowed it. good thing she came to her senses. i snowed her hair and shirt and she was shit angry. the sister on the other hand was pretty happy when i did that. so went home was pretty exhausted but had to study. exams on weds. wish me luck. sayonara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;the most powerful sentence in the world is sharangheyo ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-908358854325743830?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/908358854325743830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=908358854325743830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/908358854325743830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/908358854325743830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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hairulsam came and was like checking out girls ass and stuff. fuckin pervert. before i went home played bball and fell again. its okay, this time its only my ass. anyhows, played suicide and kejar kejar with ruth. remembering the good ole days. now im awake at midnight thinking does counting sheep help you sleep? gonna try it out. pretty sure it wont work. nitie nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life's a celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-2973357323651879517?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/2973357323651879517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=2973357323651879517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2973357323651879517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2973357323651879517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/07/noodles.html' title='Noodles'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-7462828561578191212</id><published>2009-07-08T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:11:40.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iTag&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to do this surv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Where did you take your profile pic?&lt;br /&gt;me ugly room&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;shirt and shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What is your current problem?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot guy drought ^_^ , no la. its maths. totally maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What makes you happy most?&lt;br /&gt;books, tv, music. lots of those&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What's the name of the song that you're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;feel this - hayley james scott (yes i blame you ruth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Name someone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;dont know. mines too awesome haha&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Ever sang in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;ahh, no. i dont sing. period.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;who goes around saying that?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Do you still watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kiddy&lt;/span&gt; movies or kiddie TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you speak any languages?&lt;br /&gt;english, malay, mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Has anyone you've been close with passed away?&lt;br /&gt;none recently. and thats not going to change anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Do you ever watch MTV?&lt;br /&gt;again, who doesnt?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What's something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;i annoy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;1.Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;the fucktard.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Nickname(s):&lt;br /&gt;alya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Current location:&lt;br /&gt;my room.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Eye color:&lt;br /&gt;muddy brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chapter 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you live with your parents:&lt;br /&gt;yuppo&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;okay la with mum but argue a LOT with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you have any Siblings?:&lt;br /&gt;One younger annoying brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chapter 3: Favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice Cream:&lt;br /&gt;strawbs all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Season:&lt;br /&gt;autumn, but we havent got one of those in m'sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shampoo/conditioner:&lt;br /&gt;who has time to condition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chapter 4: Do You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;1.Dance in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;haha, is this a trick question?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you write on your hand?&lt;br /&gt;not really. i prefer writing on walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Call people back:&lt;br /&gt;if i know and care enough bout em. it might be something important no?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Believe in love:&lt;br /&gt;got to. closest thing we got to magic  0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Any bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;high fiving people&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Any mental health issues?&lt;br /&gt;being blur. does that count? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chapter 5: Have You.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;1. Broken a bone:&lt;br /&gt;neva. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Sprained stuff:&lt;br /&gt;totally. its like impossible not to when u play sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Had physical therapy:&lt;br /&gt;does masages count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gotten stitches:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Taken painkillers:&lt;br /&gt;what kind of question is this? are u telling me theres a person who never had painkillers? bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling:&lt;br /&gt;i wish i have but i'll make it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Been stung by a bee:&lt;br /&gt;dont plan to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thrown up at the dentist:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. she keep poking her finger at wrong points of me mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sworn in front of your parents:&lt;br /&gt;haha, mums cool with it but whoa dad, i said damn he gave me D DEATH LOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Had detention:&lt;br /&gt;yupo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Been called a Player/ Hoe:&lt;br /&gt;not recently but i call people that though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chapter 6: Who/What was the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Movie(s)?&lt;br /&gt;transformers 2. its too awesome too miss&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Three people to text you:&lt;br /&gt;tommy, naresha and ruth. i think.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Person you called:&lt;br /&gt;kalpana banana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Person you hugged:&lt;br /&gt;yingo yingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Person you tickled?&lt;br /&gt;nigel choy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Person you talked to on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Msn&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;amir i think&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;glucose powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;cof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Thing you said:&lt;br /&gt;i love me. haha. only kal do that. think it was aww bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. kal forced me to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-7462828561578191212?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/7462828561578191212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=7462828561578191212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7462828561578191212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7462828561578191212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/07/brain-dead.html' title='Brain Dead'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-1858098357715841628</id><published>2009-07-04T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:29:51.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Bright</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;hi! since its been a LONG LONG LONG WHILE, i will try to write the longest post i ever written bout absolutely nothing, everything, something, etcera etcera. recently i had fucked up me arm. the whole week felt like dying. not only it was itchy, hot like shit, heavy like hell and sweaty like fuck, i couldnt do any of the important stuff like writing, eating, basketball-ing, typing, tie my hair, scratch my back and so on. anyways, today went to the doctor and ho and behold its all good. the doc said it'll be okay and no more cast so FUCK YEAH. but cnt play bball. YET. i knew it was going downhill after that cause my evil dentist tighten my wires and the nurse keep using the stupid tube and suck all the fluid out of my mouth (please dnt make it horny, ruth) anyhows, bottom line is excruciating pain for couple of days. wee. went to giant after that and went to get some awesome stuff. you know its awesome when you cant remember why the hell you bought it. haha. soon after i came home i went to the park for a much needed jog. one week with no sports feels like shit. can die one. haha. after that watched mtv movie awards again. it never gets boring. that is how awesome it is. love you andy! anyhows, went to klcc and watched TRANSFORMERS REVENGE OF THE FALLEN ( please be noted those with heart disease do not watch) its a bit like terminator. the whole movie is just too much for a normal person but i have to admit it was sick. btw saw a couple of hot guys ^_^ haha sengaja. after the movies wanted to go home when the hand brake got jammed, it was total shitness. i didnt do anything. just ate my burger king dessert while my mum went berserk. she was calling and freaking out. she was like leave me alone i need to fix this. when she says back off you better back the fuck off or die. in the end everyone lived and happily ever after. haha. as if. the thing just worked after being hit a few times. thats it. tonight i want to do some stupid stuff before going to bed and btw i just realized, TWITTER is awesome. u get to read what people do to fill their lives while u just sit back and say hey, i got off easy compared to that guy and you live happily ever after. okay since i have nothing else to say might as well sign the fuck off. bye. p.s. wanna go do stupid stuff now&lt;br /&gt;BUH BYE P.P.S. I DONT THINK THIS IS LONG ENOUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-1858098357715841628?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/1858098357715841628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=1858098357715841628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1858098357715841628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1858098357715841628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-bright.html' title='Too Bright'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-6936554396324802798</id><published>2009-06-26T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:01:04.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeps</title><content type='html'>hey, been too long. mlas to write bout everything so just the important ones. today fell down and fractured me arm, got scratches plus one of em is shaped like a heart. doesnt lessen the pain. then, gt 2 kno mj and farah fawcett died. damn depressing. seriously. then it just gets better. left my phone at me mums threfore im doomed to be damned. gtg now, pain kicking in. btw, it took me 20 minutes fr me to write all of this. p.s. cant even hold a pencil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6936554396324802798?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6936554396324802798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6936554396324802798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6936554396324802798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6936554396324802798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/06/keeps.html' title='Keeps'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-7909895152970298314</id><published>2009-06-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:55:04.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With This Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="5055800988483328533"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag 10 people after you're done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. smoked.&lt;br /&gt;2. consumed alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;3. slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;4. slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;5. kissed someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;6. had sex.&lt;br /&gt;7. had someone in your room other than family.&lt;br /&gt;8. watched porn.&lt;br /&gt;9. bought porn.&lt;br /&gt;10. tried drugs.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. taken painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;2. taken someone else's prescription medicine.&lt;br /&gt;3. lied to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;4. lied to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;5. snuck out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;6. done something illegal.&lt;br /&gt;7. felt hurt.&lt;br /&gt;8. hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;9. wished someone to die.&lt;br /&gt;10. seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. missed curfew.&lt;br /&gt;2. stayed out all night.&lt;br /&gt;3. eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. been to a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;5. received a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;6. been to rehab&lt;br /&gt;7. dyed your hair.&lt;br /&gt;8. been in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;9. been to a club.&lt;br /&gt;10. been to a bar&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. been to a wild party.&lt;br /&gt;2. been to a Mardi Gras parade.&lt;br /&gt;3. drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night.&lt;br /&gt;4. had a spring break in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;5. sniffed anything&lt;br /&gt;6. wore black nail polish&lt;br /&gt;7. wore arm bands.&lt;br /&gt;8. wore t-shirts with band names.&lt;br /&gt;9. listened to rap.&lt;br /&gt;10. owned a 50 Cent CD.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dressed gothic&lt;br /&gt;2. dressed girly.&lt;br /&gt;3. dressed punk.&lt;br /&gt;4. dressed grunge.&lt;br /&gt;5. stole something.&lt;br /&gt;6. been too drunk to remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;7. blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;8. fainted.&lt;br /&gt;9. had a crush on a neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. had a crush on a friend.&lt;br /&gt;2. been to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;3. dry-humped someone.&lt;br /&gt;4. been called a slut.&lt;br /&gt;5. called someone a slut.&lt;br /&gt;6. installed speakers in your car.&lt;br /&gt;7. broken a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;8. showered at someone of the opposites sex's house&lt;br /&gt;9. brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. consider/considered Ludacris your favorite rapper.&lt;br /&gt;2. seen an R-rated movie in theater.&lt;br /&gt;3. cruised the mall.&lt;br /&gt;4. skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;5. had surgery.&lt;br /&gt;6. had an injury.&lt;br /&gt;7. gone to court.&lt;br /&gt;8. walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping.&lt;br /&gt;9. caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;10. lied about your age.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. owned/rented an apartment/house.&lt;br /&gt;2. broke the law in the police's presence.&lt;br /&gt;3. made out with someone who had a gf/bf&lt;br /&gt;4. got in trouble with the police.&lt;br /&gt;5. talked to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;6. hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;7. kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;8. rode in the car with a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;9. been harassed.&lt;br /&gt;10.been verbally harassed.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. met face-to-face with someone you met online.&lt;br /&gt;2. stayed online for 5+ hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;3. talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;4. watched TV for 5 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;5. been to a fair.&lt;br /&gt;6. been called a bad influence.&lt;br /&gt;7. drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;8. prank-called someone.&lt;br /&gt;9. laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;10. cheated on a test.&lt;br /&gt;#MY TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total: 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If You Have Less Than 10.. write [im a Goody Goody]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If You Have More Than 10.. write [im still a goody goody]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If You Have more Than 20..write [im average]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If You Have More Than 30..write [im a bad kid]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If You have more than 40..write [im a very bad influence]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If You Have more than 50..write [im a horrible person]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If You Have more than 60..write [i should be in jail]'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If You Have more than 70..Write [i should be dead]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a horrible person. no surprise there ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag whoever read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-7909895152970298314?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/7909895152970298314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=7909895152970298314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7909895152970298314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7909895152970298314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-this-tag.html' title='With This Tag'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-4633367094967056154</id><published>2009-06-15T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:55:11.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rules Applied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; not for the young and weak hearted. that means you ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pXfHLUlZf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;like the video? try this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tooVKJj4DJQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love eminem and comedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1lgUwHyKQQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g1lgUwHyKQQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;creds to kalpana nair a.k.a. banana for the awesome links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;want somemore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iXgoztYfCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7iXgoztYfCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sqz5dbs5zmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sqz5dbs5zmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-4633367094967056154?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/4633367094967056154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=4633367094967056154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4633367094967056154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4633367094967056154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-rules-applied.html' title='No Rules Applied'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-6297764504153362706</id><published>2009-06-12T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:18:35.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearts, Broken Dreams</title><content type='html'>h&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;ey, still cnt sleep. so friggin annoyed. i tried reading myself to sleep and that totally DID NOT work since the book is actually quite interesting. all bot summers and love and magic. dude, life dont work that way but theres always the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;exceptions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;haha. well , well , well, today i went for more sports. duh. played a game with mj, kelly, ooi, coach, nic and prakkash. missed shots as usual, but still fun ^_^ went to kfc after that and omg, what a relief. thank you air cond. we were all being hyper there as usual. then kong and keshen dissappeared out of thin air so we all were like lets go to jj since it was mother effin boring at kfc. we played at the arcade there totally bullying the lil ones : P then had to rush back all the way to school cause my auntie got some other plans. oh! just rememberd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;THURSDAY - went to klcc to watch 2 muvies. hannah montana was actually quite good. so i like it, sue me. the guy in there was hot &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE 120GB IPOD CLASSIC &lt;angels&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;i. swear. it. is. so. beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;rm 999 gotta save some cash for that. then went to watch fighting. channing is freakin hot there but the movie was shit. downright spit-spitting shit fuck asshole boring. almost died there. 20 mins and we were out of there. it officially robs mall cop's worst movie award. totally. now i have vent and sleepy, i guess. better sleep or not tomorrow die. see yas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6297764504153362706?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6297764504153362706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6297764504153362706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6297764504153362706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6297764504153362706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken-hearts-broken-dreams.html' title='Broken Hearts, Broken Dreams'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8618383604905014828</id><published>2009-06-08T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:47:55.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullseye</title><content type='html'>holy mother fucking fuck. i just like discovered something so weird and ugh, too ashamed to talk bout it. wish could shoot myself. and this happened like 3 months ago. aiyo, news too slow. anywhos i did this on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;SATURDAY - went to klcc to watch night at the museum 2, it was good, sue me. anyways before going into the cinema, i saw like 5 people i know on the way. its rare i even see one person let alone 5. haha. went to get a SUMMER novel which is always good and also got some shirts from Gap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;SUNDAY - it was healthy lifestyle day in the teh household. me mum, bro and me went out to play all kinds of different sports, damn fun but there was this creepy guy who kept looking at us with a huge hole gaping in front of his pants. think he's a flasher or as i call it flashie &gt;_&gt; stayed away from that guy. went home later and had delish indonesian dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONDAY - this is where it gets fucked up. i ordered mcd at 930 pm keep getting the stupid msg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your call is important to us, please hold and your call will be connected to one of our agents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're experiencing heavy call traffic and our agents are busy. Please hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is by far my favourite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Network busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything in a stupid robot voice. so finally connected at 10 30 pm and yes i kept dialling through the whole hour. ordered and waited. the guy finally comes at 11. when i check the food nuggets and sundae were missing. call again. stupid voice again. at 11 15 got through, the guy say we will send. wait again. at 12 55 no news. called AGAIN. they say they called, i didnt receive any calls so they say couldnt get through to the hulu kelang mcd, they will send tomorrow. at this point i was fuming cause they make me wait 2 bloody hours for nothing. this is the convie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;alya - what do you mean you will send tomorrow? you telling me i waited 2 fucking hours for this? we waited while you people over there keep feeding us shitty information. are you fucking joking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;mcd guy - i cant do anything. we cant get through. surely theres no problem getting your food tomorrow. we will contact you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;alya - theres a bloody problem if you ask me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it went on and on. in the end they send at 1 15 cause they didnt give a receipt so its like against the law or something. everything was fine after that though ^_^ good thing i wasnt all there when i was shouting at the guy. i was so sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUESDAY - today was fun went for olahraga. timing not good. need to train &gt;_&gt; then went to ruth's and waited for 1 hour at school. alone before heading home. guess thats it. now eating ice cream while watching 2 and a half men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch ya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8618383604905014828?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8618383604905014828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8618383604905014828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8618383604905014828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8618383604905014828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/06/bullseye.html' title='Bullseye'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-2014672888763502734</id><published>2009-05-29T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:52:31.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koo-Ke-Choo Got Screwed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey people. exams finally over. god, relief weyh. hate studyin. today came to school quite early and joke round then teach mona lee came and call me. i thought shit, did norliah say anything or what but nahh. haha, all she ask me to do was jga the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;koperasi&lt;/span&gt;. that i like to do. we chit chat round and shes an &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;awesome &lt;/span&gt;teach. u can actually talk to her like a normal person. anyhows, later went to class and had &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sivik paper&lt;/span&gt;. omg, kal was like why we all got omr paper what are we suppose to do with this? ooi's and my jaw dropped. we were like are u serious? then haha she said oh its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sivik, cheh&lt;/span&gt; thought was seni. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;it was fucking funny when she said it&lt;/span&gt;. did sivik paper. it was actually quite peasy cause mostly question from the textbook came out so i was like oh i studied &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;. after that got seni, first time ever my drawing was un-ugly. it wasnt beautiful either but fiic, its seni. then, dramtic music please, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sejarah. (screaming)&lt;/span&gt; haha. it was okay but all of us were like tiru-ing. the teach wasnt like totally focused. kiernan, kal, shyam, kong, ooi and me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;group discussion&lt;/span&gt;. it was fun. while it lasted cause teach &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;norliah&lt;/span&gt; came in like 20 mins be4 balik. now screaming should be done. i was like shit socks, sweet in mouth, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;GARBAGE!!!&lt;/span&gt; evrybody instantly tensed after she masuk. she has that aura. haha, mse blik girls had to go then guys. some boys kne from azizah but who cares? i played water war and also shout war. we all group together and shouted "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;whoaaa camera bru oh azizah! whoaa&lt;/span&gt;" fucking funny. we all ran like chicken without heads later. now at home doing nuthin as usual. wanna watch tv now. see ya.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-2014672888763502734?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/2014672888763502734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=2014672888763502734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2014672888763502734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/2014672888763502734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/05/koo-ke-choo-got-screwed.html' title='Koo-Ke-Choo Got Screwed'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8239342194277215566</id><published>2009-05-27T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:55:19.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phytogras Theorem</title><content type='html'>IS THAT HOW YOU FUCKING SPELL IT? whatever it is. hey people.its been sometime not really but anyways, exams and more exams. sheesh. teachers got zero mercy level. anywhos today was maths. bring on the lightning storms. it cant be worse than maths paper 2. okay it could be but fuck that shit was hard. i was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wtf wtf wtf?!&lt;/span&gt; 3 questions i totally had no clue. just wrote shit and hope it was right. i knew i was gonna&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; flunk&lt;/span&gt; it cause teacher never teach like 2 babs. my teacher is a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;" had to mega cram. good thing mums know everything. i kinda sorta get it now. haha. after all the maths &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hoolla-be-lou&lt;/span&gt;, had ms grace retirement "party" more like mosh pit. damn ganas. people were pushing and stuff. you cant see the diff between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;humping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and whatevr they were doing. i said my byes to ms grace. shes a great teach and also a great friend. hard to find teachers like that. i was damn semangated but as usual hairulsam the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;wet blanket&lt;/span&gt;. he was like talking more than ms grace. i think he just want to take advantage and be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;popularest teacher of the year again next year&lt;/span&gt;. tough luck. before i went home played a lil basketball and water war. btw, ruth, i'll get you back. haha. in me van i was all hyperry and we all saw this guy who likes faz since like umm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;. poor soul. mintak couple &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;7 times&lt;/span&gt;. still no luck. note to guy, get ur &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;eyeballs&lt;/span&gt; fix cause i think its kinda like popping out. sometimes its kinda nice to see a GUY pining for a girl rather than girls do it all the time. she'll like you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt; man :S kay tomoro got science and kh. another death of me. oh wells. catch ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;tip : enjoy your childhood while you can cause its about to get a hell lot worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8239342194277215566?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8239342194277215566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8239342194277215566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8239342194277215566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8239342194277215566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/05/phytogras-theorem.html' title='Phytogras Theorem'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-3737607472525547005</id><published>2009-05-23T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:22:40.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ello. its 307 and i cant sleep. i was thinkin maybe i'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nahh&lt;/span&gt;. anyhows, my saturday is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;morning had to wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; at 11 after like 3 hours of sleep. was damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;grumpy&lt;/span&gt; : P went to eat at this new place at lot 10. cant spell the name of the restaurant, its impossible. the food was good. its like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;better, unknown version&lt;/span&gt; of madam kwan. then went round the whole place. i got bored so i just visit sungai wang (is that how u spell it?) it was okay la just saw a couple of creepy girls and creepier &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;tattoo parlors&lt;/span&gt;. my bro was like "can we go somewhere i want?" so we all just went to this lil shop. major &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;creepy mojo&lt;/span&gt;. we came out after negotiating the prices of the stuff. in the end the guy got annoyed and just said in mandarin " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you people are chinese thats why i sell this price&lt;/span&gt;" as in if ur malay or what u'll get&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; f-ed&lt;/span&gt;. i was like okay lets go along. so got it at a reasonable price la. swear &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;never going back&lt;/span&gt; to that place again. went home after that and studied haha. cant remember a thing. im freakin out. all i know is i'll fail maths. anyways, at night went to watch star trek since the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;webbie&lt;/span&gt; gave it like 5 stars out of 5. it was nice. to me as good as wolverine &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not better&lt;/span&gt;. oh, and unfortunately for my mum we got seats next to her boss. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;gulps&lt;/span&gt; ^_^ nothing happened. just act &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; ?_? now downloading songs and all the names retarded like the fray became the fra, lenka became lanky. what shit la. as long as the song and person is the same i wont get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt;. nite wanna go try  and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;stay modest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-3737607472525547005?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/3737607472525547005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=3737607472525547005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3737607472525547005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3737607472525547005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/05/fra.html' title='The Fra'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-9164079752837463073</id><published>2009-05-21T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T05:55:56.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Eminem Makes It Work</title><content type='html'>hello. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;eminem rules&lt;/span&gt; btw. haha. anyhows, kriz won american idol. major boo. wanted adam to win. kal read that some people actually a lot says "he didnt win cause he was gay. as simple as that" ugh, fucking fucktards. who cares if he's gay? he CAN sing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; AWESOMELY&lt;/span&gt;. nothing else matters. not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;marital status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. sheesh. as usual the world is a racist gayist sexist place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happen &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;? haha today shit funny. i swear. it was like this went to salon and cut my fringe as usual the dude ruined my hair. oh wells. then went to school and be hyper ^_^ THEN me, ruth, ying, kal, carissa, sharlene, leesha, michelle, sharmila, racheal and some other people were late for dewan. major&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hairulsam asked all of us to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;stay outside the dewan and stand&lt;/span&gt;. people were staring. ruth got embarass. so cute haha. me and kal and some of the others were hyper. we were &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;waving la, screaming la, laughing shit and doing retarded stuff&lt;/span&gt;. anyhows, we all had to write names so all of us did as we were told then went inside dewan kene &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;counseling&lt;/span&gt;. its all a big fiic (fuck if i care) then hairulsam called out &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;names&lt;/span&gt;. i was all okay i wrote mine so my name sure be there one but nooo my name wasnt and hairulsam was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;alya mana kamu punya nama?&lt;/span&gt; and i was like wtf so i just fought back said " cikgu saya tulis nama. dah la nama penuh klas pun btul. smua org nmpk." and me and him &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and shit. good thing i dint get shitted haha. then he kumpul all the one no name one and discuss la. he sempt say &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;michelle sexy legs&lt;/span&gt;. omg. didnt expect that. it was fucking funny. he's a huge &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;racist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la. he called us najis and all. (i was the only malay there but i dint count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways after that we just wrote our names and went to class. the rest of the day was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;uneventful&lt;/span&gt; i guess. now im home just finish play bball and mandi. so gtg study for agama now. buh byes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when life gives you shit, just laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-9164079752837463073?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/9164079752837463073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=9164079752837463073' 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type='text'>Overkill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sg7BsQCHrxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/z_HRXyGNTPQ/s1600-h/OVERKILL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sg7BsQCHrxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/z_HRXyGNTPQ/s320/OVERKILL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336415574442880786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST FOR THE HECK OF IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;hey pee. been too long. so what i been up to? lets get to it. 9th may, went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mze's party&lt;/span&gt;. freakin sick. seriously felt like puking cause some kid (idiot guy) &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;elbow me in the stomach&lt;/span&gt;. fuck pain but i was all &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;smiley smiley&lt;/span&gt; cause well cant &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;scold the kid &lt;/span&gt;can i? anyhows, played &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and took loads of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pictures.&lt;/span&gt; it was awesome. up next, what did i do? oh yea. watch&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; finding nemo&lt;/span&gt; again. dont know why but that movie is still awesome eventhough watch it for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7,682&lt;/span&gt; times already. speaking of movies, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;WOLVERINE&lt;/span&gt; was damn super ginomourly freaky awesome. haha. best movie of the year fo sho but transformers coming so maybe 2nd. and worst movie ever made is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;PAUL BLART MALL COP&lt;/span&gt;. 5 minutes and i wanted to get the hell out of there. but i watched it till the end cause why waste my money? the ending wasnt worth waiting that long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;now, american idol time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adam and kriz final.&lt;/span&gt; seriously? wtf is wrong with the human race? why kriz? nil star quality. sorry dude but adam deserves to win and he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; win. let him eat kriz up alive. anyways, just got back from kampung. my eldest cuz got married. chinese traditional style. it was cool but boy was it hot. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;temperature wise &lt;/span&gt;people. the bridesmaid had to wipe up the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;bride's sweat&lt;/span&gt; through the whole entire ceremony. it was cool seeing the chinese traditional wedding. now their happily married lalala. haha. okay im bored now, so gtg &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;find something to do&lt;/span&gt;. see u when i see u. papai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6306954390391822278?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6306954390391822278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6306954390391822278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6306954390391822278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6306954390391822278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/05/overkill.html' title='Overkill'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sg7BsQCHrxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/z_HRXyGNTPQ/s72-c/OVERKILL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-4936474976637729978</id><published>2009-05-01T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:20:38.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contamination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SfvUROpSIeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xwxdSYyxd5Y/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SfvUROpSIeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xwxdSYyxd5Y/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331087976377229794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;YING ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hi people. well yesterday was my birthday. so i didnt celebrate it with a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;party or anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. just a couple of friends hanging out at me house. guess what? first thing prakkash step into my house he ask me wheres my bro. uh-oh. i knew where that was going. but whatever. my bro is also &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2x5&lt;/span&gt; only ^_^ with the house full of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hyper people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we were shouting and shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then scott came riding his bike.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; fucking far&lt;/span&gt; he cycled. everybody suddenly became quiet cause well he looks like he was bout to pass out. then it passed so everybody went back to business. after that we tried playing a game of i never but it  turned out &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;lame&lt;/span&gt; cause people wont participate so i downed half a bottle of pepsi for nothing. my party fuckin planner also useless. what la. haha sorry kal ^_^   anyhows, we played &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth or dare&lt;/span&gt; and that was fucking shit. sharlene licked the floor, scott kissed prakkash (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheek&lt;/span&gt;) and elaine usap-ed ooi's arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;later had cake just for the hell of it i go take some cream and wipe it on kals face but failed cause the cake was in the fridge so it wasnt like creamy. then it went nuts i did on kal, scott and haha YING! fuck that was awesome. she&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; dump a whole plate&lt;/span&gt; on my face but i got her back. she was apologizing when i did clown style pie throw at her face. she got worst.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; solly ying, not :P &lt;/span&gt;we all went to the park and got some ice cream and played on the swings and stuff just enjoying the wind. after that everyone start going home. i had fun, dont know bout the others though ?_? haha. guess thats it. i wont fucking bother to talk bout where i am now. personal hell. we all know where that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;leta getars. stay modest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-4936474976637729978?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/4936474976637729978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=4936474976637729978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4936474976637729978'/><link 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Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hello unknown people. im alya. im here to blog about my oh so "great" life. lets start. haha. im bored. so whats been going on? i'll tell you whats been going on. prakkash. thats one crazy nutter weyh. i swear he made everyone laugh like shit. still got stomach ache now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all of us even snorted. oh god. funny shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyhows, today was okay. omg that rhymes. yay me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay solly. im hyper and bored. so guess what? jc scolded people. again. woo hoo. first it was hairulsam spitting on the mike bout the usual shit. then head back to class, jc mrh mrh bout the laziness of the students in this country. i think shes either part racist or a full legitimate one cause she really got on maximumly towards kiernan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;then, she kluar, we learned maths. z_z another scoldin ass teacher. this particular one just got back from being preggers and we all thought hey maybe she go easy on us but noooo it was fucking 1000x worse.she scolded, demanded, hit, you name it she did it all. somemore i didnt finish my work. it'll be the death of me. so i came up with this ingenius plan where i, alya aisyah, have lost her book. brilliant no? i said i lost the book she wanted but i got the other one with all the other work so she was all fine, just by a new book and start at this subject. yip yip for me. hah, i guess she has a heart somewhere. at the end of the day, prakkash came to our class illegally and so on so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;thats all for today. im alya and g'nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-1579291022183388501?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/1579291022183388501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=1579291022183388501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1579291022183388501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1579291022183388501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just For Laughs'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-5608960681725725592</id><published>2009-04-23T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:04:51.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Out The Witnesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SfBgFPpS5aI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ggpUHwrhvYA/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SfBgFPpS5aI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ggpUHwrhvYA/s320/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327864002394645922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SfBfo6DXmtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MlIeLSjCosQ/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SfBfo6DXmtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MlIeLSjCosQ/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327863515562089170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things you're not suppose to do when doing homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello, hi. been too long yea? so whats been going on, well its like this... schools been a drag but thank god theres such a thing as frens that go there everyday. last saturday went to school for english club but before that naresha, keith d., shyam, varmant and me were playing basketball. we were all having fun when out of nowhere mr ganesh came and started scolding us like fuck. i was damn lost cause i just started playing. he was saying i will sack yall from st johns, u think basketball is ur whole life? no studies? after he finish we were so confused it was unreal. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;after the confusations (is that a word?) went for english-io club. it was okay la. n0 who am i kidding it was actually quite boring. i mean there was only like 6 people there. we played a couple of games but not much fun. it was a 5/10. anyhow, went to visit the st johners. omg, it was like a morgue. there were so stressed, they were quiet. damn scary. haha. i know all of em will pass with flying colors ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg mandi now. see ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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THEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Se2w0Q_7iXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Yxw0mTf4l7M/s1600-h/kal,+elaine,+ruth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Se2w0Q_7iXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Yxw0mTf4l7M/s320/kal,+elaine,+ruth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327108346211961202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Se2w-43saQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kvSpeP3pFKk/s1600-h/shyam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Se2w-43saQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kvSpeP3pFKk/s320/shyam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327108528713525506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Se2z3gh1Y1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/5rStSzQyXSs/s320/PHIL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327111700455187282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Se2zpp4rhPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/igMgguMwZQA/s1600-h/YING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Se2zpp4rhPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/igMgguMwZQA/s320/YING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327111462448760050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;HELLO ALL! heres the deal. we did the phantom with jc and omg she gave us a 4. i dint mind cause we dint do our best but oh shit she said &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;we were stuck up&lt;/span&gt;. felt like hitting her. damn piss. it was totally uncalled for.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; what fool.&lt;/span&gt; so she went out then we went changed and eveybody emo-ed, kal actually cried. she started telling us stuff thats been bugging her so as the good fren that i am ^_^ i started saying this is now a support group and i was being &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;all supporty&lt;/span&gt; then i had this idea called the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Stuck Up Society United (SUSU)&lt;/span&gt; . the deal is people who ARENT stuck up can join. brilliant no? haha. we all damn semangated saying doing shirts and all. everybody ending up going overboard. so after emo session, we played arm wrestling of corse &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i totally lose. alya loser!&lt;/span&gt; anyhow, the guys were making it interesting by putting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;liquid paper&lt;/span&gt; on the table so who kalah will duh kene. then somehow &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;KAL GO TOUCH IT&lt;/span&gt;. omg fucking funny. it was an accident and she was oh shit oh shit fuck fuck. too funny for words. i even spread a rumor that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;jc's gay&lt;/span&gt;. dont think &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;people believe it&lt;/span&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was yesterday. today we had the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;first eva SUSU meeting&lt;/span&gt;. it was hilarious. everyone was hyper and heres what we came up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;alya and kal&lt;/span&gt; - royalty a.k.a. creators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ruth&lt;/span&gt; - princess margarita a.k.a. royal dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ooi&lt;/span&gt; - teenage mutant ninja turtle a.k.a. security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;shyam&lt;/span&gt; - fish a.k.a. rubiks experto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt; - jester a.k.a. the guy who makes people laugh till they shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;tommy&lt;/span&gt; - slave a.k.a. the guy who does everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;philip&lt;/span&gt; - slave's ass a.k.a. asisstant slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;kiernan&lt;/span&gt; - korean mushroom a.k.a. royal plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;p.s. royal dog feeds on royal plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was shit. everybody screaming and all. after the meeting had &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jc's class&lt;/span&gt;. dramatic music please. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;got scolded&lt;/span&gt; haha. nothing new there. ruth and i always kene. huh whatevs. anyway, after rehat i went for olahraga. damn fun &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;played in the mud&lt;/span&gt; and all. when suddenly theres this guy thats been kacauing me slam into me from behind and i actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;slam onto the ground&lt;/span&gt;. fucking great. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;. i was piss at the guy and he was all sorry sorry tak sengaja. i was like whatever. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not gonna talk to him ever again&lt;/span&gt;. anyways, continuing, now im updating my bloggie while doing homework so thats all for now&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; lates gates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. good luck 4 choir. yall do awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8732520222956162093?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8732520222956162093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8732520222956162093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-687289254676050257</id><published>2009-04-17T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:08:10.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thick Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;mg like fuck shit today at school. lets start with how the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;friggin day got started&lt;/span&gt;. i went down from my van with the semangated and hyper energy thinking today get to play bball but boom crash land to reality there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3 stupid effin big old hunk of junk of a tent splat right inthe mids of the court&lt;/span&gt;. anyways u know what that means, passing and running. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;no games&lt;/span&gt;. im okay with passing but running, eh not so much got enough of those from olahs. huh. so during that passing balls period shazili and hamnet walk up to me looking like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they just got back from world war 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the limping, plaster all over face and hand-aid cliche's. they told me to write some shit down so i did. nothing interesting there. no point telling. anyhow, went to kal's later and leesha was there so talk and talk. then i got to know tht the boys i mean CREW are coming too. so o-kay. omg prakkash so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;horny&lt;/span&gt;, teachin kals lil bro bout dicks and stuff. and somemore kals bro was playing a game using a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;joystick&lt;/span&gt; so well you know where im going with this. he was laughing shit saying nia ma la and stuff. very, very hyper stuff. somemore jin chern was listening to the ipod in full volume until people standing 5 feet away also can hear, and hes wearing &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;earphones&lt;/span&gt;. everybody was pretty much doing their own stuff so i just stand back and watch the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;commotion unfold&lt;/span&gt; before me with everybody &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;screaming, laughing, curse out loud and throw god knows what junk all over the place.&lt;/span&gt; it was funny in a weird way. then kals mum sent all of us to school, said thanks and i head on to class after saying my g-byes to me mates. in class &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;no teacher&lt;/span&gt; came. at all. for the whole day. i slept for like 2 periods, kcau people playing the rubiks and talk bout the past with people i know. so i thought okay days over can gom home but nooo got some last minute torture that i was tortured to death by this lil guy in my van. it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;all cool&lt;/span&gt; until he started &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;flicking spit&lt;/span&gt; at me. im generally NOT a patient person. but i manage to control myself rather than throw a fit that could be heard from here all the way to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;uruguay.&lt;/span&gt; thats it i guess. just got here at daddios after the shift. thinking of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;going kk&lt;/span&gt; for the hell of it tomorrow. see if me free. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;ley-ta gay-ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-687289254676050257?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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semangated and hyper. ruth will be future captain cause everybody loves her cause she doesnt bite your head off if u dint score. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;2nd thing that is damn crazy - in science i got stomach ache. shyam and teacher were damn funnyy. i'll put the convie in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher - centipede are vertebrates or not? i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;shyam - dont think so also teacher&lt;br /&gt;teacher - centipede have blood ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;shyam - no teacher got juice only&lt;/span&gt; (doing dripping signs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;you had to be there it was shitty funny. i think someone actually poop themselves laughin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;3rd thing - keith was at school. so everyone was getting psych bout and1 streetball. he, prakkash and kong were one team so had to come up with a list. so keith ask prakkash and he said "oh put chinese sohai" everybody pause. and he was like what? athirah wanted to bang his head in but he said whats wrong with giant sohai? so goodness to him we misheard. it was really funny after he cleared it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;4thie - naresha, ruth and joe wanted a name too so we were thinking and someone was like what bout your mother. and we were fuckingly laughing until i think i was about to pass out. funny weyh. try to imagine the PA saying your mother's team please step on to the court. fucking weyh. it'll be classic. they went for something fc. but through all that i swear funny shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;all this stories are so not funny in writing but if u had heard it u would be lol-ing, rofl-ing and loti-ing like fuck. aiyo headache already gtg. c ya soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6598570384724505314?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CMON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what do they think we kids are? cheapos? insurance your butt crack la. that can only cover us i dont know 5 secs of school? hmm... they're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;trying to prevent us from being normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; i guess. whatever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; LIST YOUR MOST EMBARASSING MEMORIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got one. it happened today too. was during sejarah. i wasnt really listening to the teach coz well i was spacing. then teacher said something bout keropok lekor so i was like okay food. then i zoned out. after that, teach told us she &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;gonna ask questions now&lt;/span&gt;. i was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;NOOOO!&lt;/span&gt; but i dint say THAT out loud though. so she asked this this and this. i was trying to be enthuatiastic&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; raising my hand and shit&lt;/span&gt; cause manage to read a bit and was damn hyper but no she just pandang tempt lain. so there was this one question bout terengganu's treasure so i was like peasy. raise my hand and she HAD to see me at that time. so i was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;OH CIKGU KEROPOK LEKOR!&lt;/span&gt; cause fuck if i know whats the treasure. everyone started laughing like shit. even teacher. it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;embarassing at first&lt;/span&gt; but hey im like why dont i just laugh along i mean its better embarassing urself than have some other dude embarassing u right? (as hard as it is to admit, it was funny ^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evening saw ruthi-elle. the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;under 18&lt;/span&gt; tapau the other school. i mean seriously they won by i dont know 33-nil. they were ecstatic weyh. so happy for them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gonna join next year&lt;/span&gt;. i dont give a shit even if i suck :P so gtg gonna surf round before heading to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;-GOTTA LOVE ALYA-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-5731974006415886835?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/5731974006415886835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=5731974006415886835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5731974006415886835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5731974006415886835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-you-need-is-buck-fifty.html' title='All You Need Is A Buck Fifty'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-1244324138602135129</id><published>2009-04-07T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:05:24.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeping Willow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello. its been frantic. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;getting results these days&lt;/span&gt;. all shit. so not gonna mention those. i mean its not just me. majority. kal emo-ed. well for awhile. sin yee weeped. i said &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; out loud. elaine was sad. sanghita secretive. shyam was angry. philip was begging. tommy was "okay" la. i bet teacher is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;evil laugh-ing&lt;/span&gt; right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyhow, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PRIVATE is awesome&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. its true. today, was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;hyperry day&lt;/span&gt;. what day isnt hyperry? woke up late as usual. only had bout 20 mins to eat, bath and etc be4 going to school. all in the nick of time. at school, people were making fun of ying. bffs only la. saying like ' ying's boring!' i joined in too but stopped after perhimpunan cause well she look... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PISSED. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what normal person wont be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in class, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;no ruth&lt;/span&gt; : ( hyper level wasnt that high without her. what am i saying it was still hyperry. nothin can change that. miss her though. at mssd bball. gl people. the rest the day &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cause they were debating bout seats for st johns camp bus. i wish i could go but one problem, not even a st john-er.hehe. i know, the debate has yet to finish ^_^ (btw there was a lot of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;arguin&lt;/span&gt; between me and kal as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and eat after school. yum. now im boring-ing myself to death with the phantom gay script. need to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;add some youtubes&lt;/span&gt; to make it awesomer. guess thats it, people-o. see ya wouldnt wanna be ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate me, love me,&lt;br /&gt;personally, i dont give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;^_^ me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-1244324138602135129?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/1244324138602135129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=1244324138602135129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1244324138602135129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/1244324138602135129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/04/weeping-willow.html' title='Weeping Willow'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8921319067807166283</id><published>2009-04-04T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:13:43.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread The Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these are some funny shit. SMART stuff by smart people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdeYiZSJxhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Oe8CpEclbaw/s1600-h/download+2.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdeYiZSJxhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Oe8CpEclbaw/s320/download+2.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320889201431528978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdeYZ9QjnMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rFyuUVC4hmo/s1600-h/download.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdeYZ9QjnMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rFyuUVC4hmo/s320/download.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320889056469687490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdiSFIfeNNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OQaFQz-N_70/s1600-h/download.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdiSFIfeNNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OQaFQz-N_70/s320/download.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321163576614728914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdiR2JO77tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lj1HiiBmFGw/s1600-h/smart.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdiR2JO77tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lj1HiiBmFGw/s320/smart.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321163319115771602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdeYwZZPocI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Yk2qw9VBIzU/s1600-h/2.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdeYwZZPocI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Yk2qw9VBIzU/s320/2.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320889441979441602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;well i dont know what to say. just dont try this at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8921319067807166283?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8921319067807166283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8921319067807166283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8921319067807166283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8921319067807166283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/04/spread-stupidity.html' title='Spread The Stupidity'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdeYiZSJxhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Oe8CpEclbaw/s72-c/download+2.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-7331748043836994238</id><published>2009-04-04T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:57:06.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;my day = dude, our school &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;gossip blog sucks man (melawati)&lt;/span&gt;. both form 1 and form 2. all wannabes. i check all me frens blog and well lets just say cant feel the mad love for the "gossip blogs" of melawati. to all those people who been trashed, chill. those idiotic scum are just jealous of y'all. their bored out of their friggin mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today could go on the history of most &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;boring day ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed home when i could have gone to my bro's (ex-school's) car boot shit thingy. majority of my frens actually went. i accidently &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;overslept&lt;/span&gt; (accident is a bit exaggerated cause it was more of slept at 6 and couldnt even open me eyes  kind of thing.) was up reading the gift. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;saddest book of the century&lt;/span&gt; apart from 1000 splendid suns. should have crashed earlier.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, won the shoutwar yesterday ^_^ just giving yall a fun fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sddf9y-tyNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/K_818IV5Xg8/s1600-h/images+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sddf9y-tyNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/K_818IV5Xg8/s320/images+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320827000023009490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SddfLb9oBBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/S0wIiIBRCWI/s1600-h/60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SddfLb9oBBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/S0wIiIBRCWI/s320/60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320826134850962450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SddfktYjtbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GJIlHcKGUY0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SddfktYjtbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GJIlHcKGUY0/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320826569024058802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;omg, how dumb. theres this person who actually ask why we should bother saving earth. i mean hello, wake up and smell the roses.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;no earth, no anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. jeez, does this guy need to be knocked on the head to realise that. this is a totally good example of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;how ignorant people can be&lt;/span&gt;. y'know that some people actually refuse to do earth hour? like theres this web... ah u check out urself. its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;http://kamigoroshi.net/thoughtful/earth-hour-isnt-as-good-an-hour-as-you-think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;suit yourself dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;utter nonsense before signing off = i love being &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cupid.&lt;/span&gt; my friend just hook up with my other friend. ahh, hope they get along. anyways, dinner for me is really annoying at my dads. its all total silence, one word monologue. no fun at all. its like you step into the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;addams family mansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or something. even that is less awkward than my dinner with my dad. guess we are just too different &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;miss sports&lt;/span&gt;. havent been doing it for quite some time. maybe should do some tomorrow if im rajin enough. kay, signing off -a-l-y-a-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-7331748043836994238?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/7331748043836994238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=7331748043836994238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7331748043836994238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/7331748043836994238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/04/real-reasons.html' title='Real Reasons'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/Sddf9y-tyNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/K_818IV5Xg8/s72-c/images+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-252439072855676853</id><published>2009-04-03T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:19:29.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Credits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for the AMAZING SHOUT BOX, thanks kal! i totally "owe" you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;from miss totally sincere when i was forced to do this, alya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jokes aside, thanks kal. really. trust me. yea. kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-252439072855676853?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/252439072855676853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=252439072855676853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/252439072855676853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/252439072855676853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/04/credits.html' title='Credits'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-5268677214565777995</id><published>2009-04-03T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:39:55.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Girls Have All The Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdYflOy_FfI/AAAAAAAAADo/026lc7M90MY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdYflOy_FfI/AAAAAAAAADo/026lc7M90MY/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320474734272386546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-low quality pic-&lt;br /&gt;c-ello. today was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fuckin rampage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. it all started with everybody not being at school. i reach school at 12 or so like my fren who shall not be named (kal) told me she come at that time. turns out, when i got there, not a single soul in sight. all of em was at st johns. i waited for like an hour for them. anyways, after that, they were all plannin to skip school. and i was like wt heck first time is always the funnest. went to eat at kfc and guess who i ran into? salam of all people. he was looking damn slackish and i was like&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; WHAT?&lt;/span&gt; we chatted for awhile but the whole time i was looking at one of his frens that had his arm all over this malay tudung wearing girl. he's like squeezing her close and shit. damn distracting. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free porn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ^_^ after catchin up i went and eat with kal all. we went to kals house after stuffing ourselves. had lots of fun talking nonsense and acting ridicolous. though we were freakin out bout the cops on the way to kals house. what kind of shit la. the police dont have time to actually look round for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;kids ponteng-ing&lt;/span&gt;. so i was feeling awesome when i reached school. but then me, leesha and michelle started to freak cause we think some people might have tattle. but whatever my mum knows, shes cool. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;exams over so time to have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. when i got home, started to pack. next thin i know me mum was telling me going to kfc for dinner. "GREAT" after today i dont think my stomach can take that much amount of chicken in a day anymore. now, at me dads with my stupid shit bitch uncle hogging the tv. trust me u meet him u will agree. gtg now having shout war with kal. catch ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;-alya pervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;P.S. my post sound perverted all of a sudden : P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-5268677214565777995?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/5268677214565777995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=5268677214565777995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5268677214565777995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/5268677214565777995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-girls-have-all-fun.html' title='Good Girls Have All The Fun'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdYflOy_FfI/AAAAAAAAADo/026lc7M90MY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-6700106027671987735</id><published>2009-04-02T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:33:53.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience Is A Bloody Virtue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;EXAMS FINALLY FUCKIN OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ARIZONA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nd thats why i change the header. kal agrees, i randomize most of the time. i mean when youre too 'organized' lifes boring. so, today was the last day of exam. freedom. for now. the whole week was effin shitty but it was fun cause we get throw papers at kalpana's head. and some of the guys in my class was actually playin/solving the rubiks cube thingy. swear to god hate that lil cubey bitch. tomorrow thinking bout playin basketball. miss it like hell. anyways, just now while i was doing me history exam, my ustazah was damn slackish towards me. and i think shes a racist too. she was busting the non malays chops. scolding and shit like that. okay, im bored thats why im just typin out C TO THE R TO THE A TO THE P. OH, btw, im gonna sue the times bookshop. I bought a book (UNTOUCHABLE) and they lost like i dont know, 17 SHITTY PAGES. i mean thats too much. even for me man.plus, the 17 pages are the good scandolous-ly awesome parts. they hate me i guess. well before the hatin goes above normal, i better go dressy uppy. later gator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6700106027671987735?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6700106027671987735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6700106027671987735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6700106027671987735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6700106027671987735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/04/patience-is-virtue.html' title='Patience Is A Bloody Virtue'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-7873641563139511821</id><published>2009-03-28T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:27:10.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdF99ATy41I/AAAAAAAAADU/ihBPAt5ulfI/s1600-h/callin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SdF99ATy41I/AAAAAAAAADU/ihBPAt5ulfI/s320/callin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319171121909785426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hye people. its been centuries since i surf the net. its nice to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;chill out&lt;/span&gt; after an intense 3 weeks of sports. dont wanna get into that now. (dont want me frens to hunt me down and chortle me personally)then when its all finally over, got exams in the genius school of mine. studying bit here and there but totally un-prepared. want to get over all these shit. april will be my holiday month. time to chill. miss the people at gombak. especially the seniors. they're so nice. kay so better talk bout &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something interesting for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a few weeks ago, got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;english club&lt;/span&gt;. that got everyone damn hyper. first it was the treasure hunt. i wasnt there but when i actually got there, they were still looking for stuff like their lives depended on it. the whole team was competitive like shit. kal and the gang won of corse. no surprise there. so after that we did some kind of game. it was called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"honey if u love me would u smile for me?"&lt;/span&gt; THAT was funny. the guys are mostly. we never got the point of the game. then, we played another game which is why we played the first game because the first game is actually the 2nd's game demo. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;makes sense?&lt;/span&gt; i know me neither. we had to run around and grab sits. it actually seem like a rugby game some time during the game. people pushing. it was fun. so after all games and laughs, we went home. BUT, before that, dakshan told me i missed the public speaking audition &gt;_&gt; x_x &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WAITED FOR 2 FREAKING YEARS AND U TELL ME THE AUDITION IS FRIGGIN OVER? AND I MISSED IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; felt like screaming to him but dint of corse. not his fault i wasnt at school most of the time (sports) another year is added to the list.&lt;br /&gt;next year will be jam packed fo sho. im gonna concentrate on bball, olahraga, public speaking and me studies. lets hope i can juggle all.&lt;br /&gt;gtg now, need to cram for agama paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-7873641563139511821?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/7873641563139511821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=7873641563139511821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-4141621756232709257</id><published>2009-03-06T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:02:27.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didnt die yay!</title><content type='html'>turned out i got trough the saringan. semi's are next week. hope i cn do that awesomely too. now, today right, got 800m. omg, it was damn fucking. got 3rd behind the two indian girls. fucka they damn fast. could die. and heres the funny thing. i was okay after the race good lucking everyone then i was drinking water and BOOM. next thing i know im on the grass with bunch of pbsm's hovering over me. turned out i passed out fr awhile on them. didnt even know. i was okay sort of after that. even joshini fainted. corse knowing her she won 1st. she also damn fast omg. ny-ways, im kinda upset cause I REALLY WANTED TO WIN GOLD. i mean its 800m, its supposed to be MINE. oh well, still got 400m. hope that rules. well this blog is starting to be all sports all the way but hey its me. sports are my life. well nitie nite. p.s. too many grammar mistakes for words. see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-4141621756232709257?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/4141621756232709257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=4141621756232709257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4141621756232709257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4141621756232709257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-didnt-die-yay.html' title='I didnt die yay!'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8351878152876477718</id><published>2009-03-03T05:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:18:20.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSSD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;good luck to everyone. i'll die tomorrow. bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8245578535116339385</id><published>2009-03-01T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T04:54:49.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me and all of the people</title><content type='html'>hmm..hmm.. hi. dont know where to start. today's a sunday. chilling day. NOT. woke up round 12 to eat. only ate biscuits before going for tuisyen. was damn boring as usual. after that, went and eat properly at KFC before heading to ruths house. we had to do some class stuff like jaduals and the play. we didnt really do much since kal was sick and me, ruth and ooi were busy playing bball. it was fun and i was so fucking fuckety fuckly hyper. the hyperest i ever been. i head home at round 6. chat bout BEFORE going eat dinner. now im here telling u bout my boring sunday while doing boringly susun buku. guess thats it. catch ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8245578535116339385?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8245578535116339385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8245578535116339385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8245578535116339385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8245578535116339385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-and-me-and-all-of-people.html' title='you and me and all of the people'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8113807242271807750</id><published>2009-02-28T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:28:14.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TO KNOW OR NOT TO KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WHATEVER IT IS LEARN TO KEEP YOUR MOUTHIE SHUTTIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh. some secrets are out. according to me frens, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God's Creature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been identified. i repeat God's Creature has been identified. i dont know how accurate that is but for sho its a 50-50 thing. (btw, God's Creature is a gossip blogger who has the melawati high &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) i guess some people are too easy to read. just be careful GC, some people might be out to get ya. anyways, i havent been up to much interesting stuff. just gettin up to date on the latest N-E-W-S, or whatever fuck they call it. this weekend will be the most stress-iest weekend of my life. MSSD is too close for comfort. oh well, what happens happens then. my family from afar are here now, just chillin. im multitasking hehe. well this is lame but whatever. bye-y bye bye bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8113807242271807750?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8113807242271807750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8113807242271807750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8113807242271807750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8113807242271807750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/02/spotted.html' title='Spotted'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8285207142739756898</id><published>2009-02-26T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:18:34.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hello. just came back from klcc. omg, i was at madam kwan's  &lt;is&gt; and my dad's frens came over. i was like damn quiet. said nothing at all which is really weird for me cause im a chatterbox. they all give me the look and dropped subtle comments like "ur anak diam yea?" when in translation "ur anak must be one of the low lives" i swear damn fucked up. its just their my dads frens. i dont gel with them wtf did they expect? anyways to stop all this stereotyping frenzy, today was -orrible. i was dying silently. morning i came for bball and olahraga. afternoon got exam somemore last minute cramming shit. the exams werent that bd i guess. today too much hatin for words. bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;innocent girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(talk about fucked up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8285207142739756898?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8285207142739756898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8285207142739756898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8285207142739756898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8285207142739756898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/02/innocent-girl.html' title='Innocent girl'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-4849699287009036380</id><published>2009-02-23T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T01:27:56.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TiCk ToCk</title><content type='html'>clocks ticking. tomorrow exam &lt;strong&gt;ZZZZZ. &lt;/strong&gt;never study also. today was suppose to but nahh. too lazy for study. well what i did instead was, go for more sports with my legs feeling like its about to fall off since yesterday was sports day. i couldnt run, couldnt open my eyes. it burns. played like shit-to only today.keep missing very valuable shots. after that went and eat. it tasted so nice so suddenly. guess i was hungrier than i thought. WHY THE FUCK am i writing with emphasisment on one sentence? annoying like shit. after eating, naresha, prakkash, song shin, jin chern and kong wanted to go somewhere. they invited me but i give the million dollar reason I HAD TO STUDY. all bullshit. i was actually just fucking damn tired. song shin teman me go to school. i rode his bike to school and omg my arse hurt like hell weyh. by the time i reach school i was practically limping. dont know how he does it. so after that hanged with the olahraga crew and all before heading home. i ZZZZ most of the afternoon. well now im pretending to have a teenie idea about what im studying. well write soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-4849699287009036380?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/4849699287009036380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=4849699287009036380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4849699287009036380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4849699287009036380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/02/tick-tock.html' title='TiCk ToCk'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-3992947757234295878</id><published>2009-02-22T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:22:29.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soundtrack of my summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWO    FRIENDS   WERE    WALKING THROUGH    THE    DESERT.  DURING    SOME    POINT    OF    THE JOURNEY, THEY    HAD AN  ARGUMENT;    AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE IN THE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;THE    ONE    WHO    GOT    SLAPPED WAS    HURT,    BUT    WITHOUT SAYING    ANYTHING,WROTE    IN    THE    SAND: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED   ME    IN    THE    FACE.THEY  KEPT ON WALKING, UNTIL  THEY  FOUND AN    OASIS,WHERE    THEY    DECIDED TO  TAKE A BATH  THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED     GOT    STUCK    IN    THE MIRE !&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;AND    STARTED    DROWNING, BUT    THE    FRIEND  SAVED    HIM.AFTER    HE    RECOVERED    FROM  THE    NEAR    DROWN&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ING&lt;/span&gt;,HE WROTE    ON    A    STONE: 'TODAY    MY    BEST    FRIEND SAVED    MY    LIFE  '. THE    FRIEND    WHO    HAD    SLAPPED AND    SAVED    HIS    BEST    FRIEND ASKED    HIM,&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; 'AFTER   I  HURT    YOU,YOU    WROTE    IN    THE    SAND    AND    NOW,YOU    WRITE    ON    A     STONE,    WHY?'THE   FRIEND    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;REPLIED 'WHEN&lt;/span&gt;    SOMEONE   HURTS    US WE    SHOULD     WRITE    I T    DOWN IN    SAND,   WHERE    WINDS    OF FORGIVENESS    CAN     ERASE    IT AWAY.BUT,    WHEN  SOMEONE    DOES SOMETHING    GOOD    FOR    US,WE    MUST ENGRAVE    IT   IN   STONE WHERE    NO    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WIND CAN&lt;/span&gt;    EVER    ERASE    IT.'LEARN TO WRITE YOUR    HURTS    IN THE    SAND    AND    TO CARVE    YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;THEY    SAY    IT    TAKES    A MINUTE   TO    FIND    A    SPECIAL PERSON,     AN    HOUR   TO APPRECIATE  THEM, A    DAY TO   LOVE    THEM,    BUT THEN AN ENTIRE    LIFETIME TO    FORGET    THEM.TAKE    THE TIME TO LIVE! DO    NOT  VALUE    THE    THINGS YOU  HAVE    IN    YOUR LIFE, BUT VALUE WHO  YOU  HAVE IN YOUR &lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;/strong&gt; ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;ALL PHILOSOPHICAL NAW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HEHE ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-3992947757234295878?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/3992947757234295878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=3992947757234295878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3992947757234295878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/3992947757234295878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/02/soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='soundtrack of my summer'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-8671037047757483972</id><published>2009-02-21T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T05:56:50.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly kite fly</title><content type='html'>hate titles sometimes. just now went for english club. one word, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ECHO.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;many of em went to st johns so they were only like i dont know 18people? it was so quiet and awkward i swear. in the end we couldnt take it anymore we just played charades :P damn funny. there were weird ones, like shit guessing. went to eat after that at MCH. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruth, kal, me, nicholas, keith, song and ooi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was being retarded there. well mostly us girls. ruth was horny as usual. kal was LOL-ing. i was creating the new recipe for ammo to give the malaysian goverment. its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;anchovies/ikan bilis heads, barley, sambal, lime, ice blended, rice and carrot susu drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i swear looks disgusting. shit looks better than that. we were devising a plan to tell the guy there that nic did it since nic went home. laughter was heard.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. the guy dint say anything thank God. oh, we also saw ms grace there. she said shes retiring on 27/5 shes so nice i dont want her to retire but shes going to madasgar. let her find her true love there la. at school while waitin for me grams, played bball. we were having fun when out of nowhere &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this retarded&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came and started scolding us. &lt;strong&gt;sayin "hello, we sudah sewa ur dewan. balik skarang." &lt;/strong&gt;all of us was giving him 'd' face. i mean it is our school and if he said nicely it would have been better but noooo he had to go mrh mrh. fuck you. the rest of the afternoon are uneventful since i slept :D studied a bit. like lil. hope can score A hehe. tomorrow big day. good luck to me. better get my rest. be nice, bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laugh fucking a lot, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;be good buddies, it only takes me and you, to be awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;and you totally know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;like nicholas always say, stop crapping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;weeee, go me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-8671037047757483972?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/8671037047757483972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=8671037047757483972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8671037047757483972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/8671037047757483972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/02/fly-kite-fly.html' title='fly kite fly'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-6449104103731932794</id><published>2009-02-19T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:14:13.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-its on sport fanatics-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(basketball &amp;amp; track and field)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6449104103731932794?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6449104103731932794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6449104103731932794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6449104103731932794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6449104103731932794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/02/pressure.html' title='Pressure'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-4654653944169373245</id><published>2009-02-18T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:45:48.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>freshmen hated. juniors hay-ted.</title><content type='html'>anger management issue. today went to school early and you know the drills. basketball, ruth's house, school. in class, hyperness was an all time high for all and what better way to start the day is with a, drumroll please, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;history pop quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. wee for all :/ fucked up the quiz as usual. during pj, this totally innocent looking teacher came in looking lost. we all look at each other and theres only one conclusion. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;poor guy didnt know what hit him. all of us started going CIKGU! ADA BUDAK PINDAH, ADA BUDAK KELUAR CLASS, ADA BAU BUSUK! it was damn funny but they always say looks can be tre' deceiving. he started raising his voice but at least he didnt gave us work or shit like that. after break, we went to dewan. we thought we'll get some sort of lecture but noooooo instead we listen to teacher read the rule book. you cant even expose youre teeth. the teachers emphasis on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HORMATI PENGAWAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like its the hottest  word of the month. you can see all the students rolling eyes like yea yea, whatever not gonna do it anyways. the evening session one la mcm budget. no offense to the unbudget pengawas (stefanie, elya, muammar, erin etc.) omg after the reading shit, we went to class and started to act like kids. play ice and water, hide n seek. so much fun. ruben and gan were like hello, y'all are form 2's! we just laugh. and the shitty part comes. we were checking out this storeroom cause it look kinda cool right when suddenly the form 4's come up with an army and started scolding us like we did heinous crimes. they say like &lt;strong&gt;NI KADET PUNYA STOR. JANGAN MASUK&lt;/strong&gt;. jeez, we couldnt have known it like earlier? there were no signs or locks. inside also only got posters about rape and drugs (how did that get there?) who the fuck will know it was cadet-ens store? i swear i think they hated us before we even touch the stupid storeroom. we were like backing up and saying we tak tahu and all those. there were only like 7 of us girls and 20 of them guys. that was so embarassing but whatever we put it behind us. its only a stupid store no need to get emo bout it. for a pretty average day, the post is damn long. well, gotta go. stay beautiful ^_^ (btw 'we' are usually kal, elaine, ruth, leesha, sharlene, ying, michelle and me. sometimes its 2s :) -alya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-4654653944169373245?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/4654653944169373245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=4654653944169373245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4654653944169373245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/4654653944169373245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/02/freshmen-hated-juniors-hay-ted.html' title='freshmen hated. juniors hay-ted.'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-3093825356404952962</id><published>2009-02-17T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T05:53:12.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck is going on?!</title><content type='html'>ello. i sound piss. i am btw :P i know its been a while but whatever. ny-ways, mls nk talk bout the months. just talk bout today. came to school damn early like 702. actually im pissed at myself and teachers only. i couldnt take the fuckin mistakes i did. the whole half court was EMPTY not a single soul AND I COULDNT MAKE A SHITTY SHOT. WALKING LA, AIRBALL LA WTF?! i swear i could kill myself right there in the middle of the friggin court. its like jab, jab, jab, jab somemore la. i wanted to cry. omg, why so emo? dont know la today is like skit skit emo. like they say PMS kot :D huh... fuck la. tomoro practice like shit Sat already selection. scared i injured la, its always like that one ugh. let the chips fall where they may. all philosophical. then later at school, ustazah right go marah hana for wearing pinafore &lt;is&gt;like why u wear like that and tutup la, dimerit la fuck bla fuck bla. i mean now she mrh everyone. she even got on my case sayin "msuk olahraga jgn pakai seluar pendek tau. sapa ckp pkai seluar panjang tak leh menang" go all zzz on me. biarla. whatever makes her happy. in class so hyper kal all mcm crazy well i joined in totally knowing me. fast forward. at home now, chatting, sms-ing away nothing interestin. well, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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on?!'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-6302259593743179156</id><published>2009-01-18T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:07:52.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sundays holidays</title><content type='html'>did the usual stuff on a sunday. exercise, leg pain and slurpee for breakfast cant get any awesomer than that &gt;_&gt; since my day consists mostly of me watchin tv and readin a book (omg theres this book a thousand splendid suns the title, so freakin awesome. its sad cause she hated by her parents, kene abondon, dpt husband mass murderer and cant get kids. how fucked up can a person life can be?) i'll ut mostly pics of cutestuff cause cute stuff make people happy and also hate themselves cause not as cute as the pic. p.s. i know how u feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SXM2detLjcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kEXwORyByZI/s1600-h/eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292633867177135554" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SXM2detLjcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kEXwORyByZI/s320/eat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SXM2dTWOuzI/AAAAAAAAABw/DHNbs2BRPzc/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292633864128084786" style="WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SXM2dTWOuzI/AAAAAAAAABw/DHNbs2BRPzc/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SXM2dj3amwI/AAAAAAAAACA/huiflOfj-G0/s1600-h/so+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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saturday busy like hell &gt;_&gt; now 7 days a week no time for anythin else. anyways woke up so early. dint like that at all. went for bball, i know this might be the zillion time i said it, its awesome. i dint score any jaw dropping shots but i wasnt like so teruk i guess, who knows? ny-ways i went for my bro's hand thing appointmente' with this real expensive doc. he use this stupid crappy spray spray shit and it cost like rm660 for only one stupid session. we were like did you miscount or something cause that aint right. then the people there started going on bout how this guy specialist la this la that la. whatever. too expensive for words. before going to my orthodoc we went to this place called roadhouse grill sumtin sumtin. seen it a couple of times nvr tried it so we went in and eat. good stuff there. oh and remember how i posted yesterday bout me and opening braces? aint gonna happen soon. she still got some magic to do with my teeth &gt;_&gt; sleep aftr that....... till 530 when i gt a call from my grams. my daddio was asking me and my bro when were we coming home and i was just like wha? then i remembrd i have to go to dads after orthodoc hehe forgot. at night right went to the pav. so many people it seems theres some kind of lucky draw so people kepoh la want to win. bought couple of books (: bookaholic :) went home and tara da, im here. doing m perdagangan hw. so many words so many photos it burns!! i was just researching some stuff bout cute but evil and i found a perfecto example. hope its cool, bye. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292294178310719586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SXIBg_EUCGI/AAAAAAAAABI/q5NTbkY-fFw/s320/v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a 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title='0_0'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SXIBg_EUCGI/AAAAAAAAABI/q5NTbkY-fFw/s72-c/v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7431579605982207398.post-519550363431210144</id><published>2009-01-16T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:15:29.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>retardo</title><content type='html'>omg so freakin retard la this blog. i wrote like an award winning post then they go delete. stupid. had to write again. idiots la.kay today right i was at school sitting there innocently all ALONE when my best fren in the whole wide world came to me and scream so loudly. everyone was looking. i dont know why i was embarassed usually i join in but omg i blush like an idiot instead bodoh la. i still heart her shes soooooo carefree. anyways, i wore my tudung after that and everyone dont recognise me no more ^_^ dont know why but when i wear tudung i feel like a girl. i know i am one but im never the prissy princessy kind ever or timid-y. usually im the girl who loves sports and eat so damn ugly its embarassin ^_^ maybe cause anyone wear tudung everyone knows instantly ur a girl unless u got some bulge at the land down under than thats something that attracts way too much questions. i went to class and bla bla. skip that. i went home at round 7 and played bball with me mates at home. tip, dont play with baju kurung or not u fall and can die literally. after that went eating this mee hoon soup or so they say. it had so much taugeh (?) it taste like something from a sculpture. rock flavour ^_^ anyways now talkin with people ahh.. the beauty of internet and phones. tomorrow gtg see orthodoc. hope bleh bukak braces. i want to start the new year with a new me, new teeth at least. i sound like im gettin dentures :P bath time. feel real icky now. write soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-519550363431210144?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/519550363431210144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=519550363431210144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/519550363431210144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>hello, hello. i changed my blog. AGAIN. its just that i too mlas nk update ^_^ as if anyone read also. :D anyways, school started and now its like a week after that. i swear the teachers got evil plan want to kill students with homework. dying of too much homework? theres always a first right? i got like geo, sejarah, SENI (i know), perdagangan, science and OMG bm. stupid la. i have no idea wtf is what. im gettin way distracted. lets start with, 6am - wake up and play bball at home. 8am go to school and go rumah biru THEN bball (it was awesome) 10am walk and go eat and also went to ruth's house. 1215pm go back to school and study and do shit like that. 5pm go for olahraga. 630pm kena kejar by mr batik man (hairulsam) 651pm ride van and head home. and so on and so on. snore fest all.  this year right i want to go all out. i want to masuk everything ^_^ let the crap fall where they freakin may. tomorrow friday &gt;_&gt; mlas la. its the day that suppose to be short but seem to like stretch foreva. at least its saturday soon. gtg take bath la dying in my own stink. this might have been the lamest post ever but i dont give a fuck ^_^&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7431579605982207398-6683518149464283072?l=alyafadil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/feeds/6683518149464283072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7431579605982207398&amp;postID=6683518149464283072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6683518149464283072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7431579605982207398/posts/default/6683518149464283072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyafadil.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-fuckin-stuff.html' title='new year new fuckin stuff'/><author><name>alya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14308863426066353990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a4TRURwNLdY/SwGBy5JpHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i-FCyAR3wjw/S220/Image085.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
